they're serving up
racks of Leroy
and eyeball soup
The sauce is as red as congealed blood
and sticks to the roof of your mouth
you can get a tomato and accountant
sandwich for the price
of a cup of coffee from the fancy place
down the street
Down at the Cannibal Cafe
they make sure you never go hungry
they fill your plate with
liver and brain
and something gelatinous
slopping over the edges
you never go hungry
Down at the Cannibal Cafe
where the musicians
play nightly
on drums made of tattooed skin
and bang on old hollow skulls
with shin bones
they get a little raucous
when the whisky runs out
and have been known to
throw the grill through
the front window
on special occasions
but you never go hungry
down at the Cannibal Cafe
the waitresses with something red
and dead
smeared down the front of
their aprons
always make sure your glass is full
even if you find the occasional finger bone
in your punch
the chef has a whole wall
of the biggest, shiniest meat cleavers
you ever did see
down at the Cannibal Cafe
he likes to finger them
while taking your order
and once threw one
through a uppity yuppie's
brain pan
and the porridge had a lot
of weird clumps in it
the next morning
Down at the Cannibal Cafe
there are chickens running free in the kitchen
and rats paying checkers in the back
the cashier's cigarette dangles
between his greasy lips
with a full inch of ash
perpetually threatening to fall
in your plate of eggs and scrambled kidneys
delivery men tend to disappear
Down at the Cannibal Cafe
and nobody knows why
There's pelvic bones hanging from the ceiling
There's fingernails in the coffee
There's lipstick on the cups
and sometimes you even find the lips
still attached
There's something lumpy
and unidentifiable in the chili
The chef has be adding arsenic
to the ice cream lately
but if you hang around long enough
you get used to it
Down at the Cannibal Cafe
you never go hungry
but you have to be awful careful
you don't end up on the menu
and I suggest staying away
from the tuna surprise
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