I would like to cordially invite you to dinner.
Goblets filled with putrid blood,
Soup of bile and teeth,
What a scrumptious meal for such a sinner.
I must remind you, that it is formal.
Soufflé strung with hair and dusted with skin,
Salad dressed in mercury,
There is pepper, if you’d like.
I request that you do not invite another, for this is a private event.
The main course is simply exquisite,
for it is your revolting, shriveled heart.
Guests are served first, of course.
I await your arrival with ambrosial anticipation.