The Exquisite Flavor of Gastro-Anal Tripe

Churning and warm, your insides I gnaw, I dribble and fuss over the bubbling
 Pus... Masticate the foaming carnage, Eviscerated human garbage, Curdling
 Innards now ground and chewed, Cannibalized torso ensanguined and nude...
 Eating the bleeding, the reeking splattered limbs, Now chomping the entrails
 To bits, Feeding off seething bowel and intestine, The spurting of enzymes
 Of swill... Innards rent and dribbling, Are consumed with sanguinary
 Delight, The organs and offal are so succulent, The exquisite flavour of
 Gastro-anal tripe... I drink the viscous lymphatic fluid, And delight in
 The consistency and flavour, The putrid aftertaste of masticated bowel,
 Meets with my overwhelming favour... I slobber as I dine, I suck the marrow
 From your spine, I gobble the feotid faecal matter, With no regard to my
 Table manners...