I knew before I searched
There would be one, the
Evil in each of us
Demands food.
I prefer a warning,
An aroma to smell
And pull away from,
But the narrative appeals,
And I watched the first
Two seasons seeing his
Good, his greater
Good taking those filled
With unseemly bents
And baking them like Ortolan
Buntings. Hannibal is above
The need for an external ethic.
I on the other hand am
Not, fearing his cuisine
As I might cocaine,
Weak as I am I need
A convincing hindrance.
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