A taste of this, a taste of that,
spooning the way to destiny.
A drop of demiglace, a pinch of pepper,
Oh the Lord spare me from blasphemy.
We share and share alike
as satisfaction becomes diluted
With each morsol drooping eye
show the blood saturated
With finetties and delight, Oh the pain!
Tomorrow morning when sleep is deprived again
by the best of taste and finest of fine
escapes in bovine emissions in time.
Mise le Meas Jan 19th 2011 after a night out eating.
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