Hobo Stew - Broken Hope

A certain human being, lowest form of scum

A sick individual, fetal cannibalizing bum

I have a hunger, it goes to an extreme extent

Feeding out of abortion clinic bins wasn’t meant

Most homeless hobos wait in line for goodwill soup

Nasty me scrapes clinic dumpsters for aborted goop

Earliest stages of development

Since conception their future was dim

Tasting the unborn upon a whim

Unborn, aborted, because they were unwanted

Abortions to my feasting, horrid scenes of sick chagrin

Unborn, immature and incomplete

Delicious miscarriage meat

A succulent fetus treat

Expulsion of the embryo

A dinner bizarre for this hobo

Fetus eater, no meat is sweeter

Ultrasound shows inside the womb, not upon my plate

Served with bread and greens, oh the generations I’ve ate

From the uterus bloodily spewed

Aborted child now hobo food

Fetus ripped from womb

Disposed to be subjected to a culinary doom

My eating habits horribly crude

Their rubbery textures I have chewed

Gulping down fetal slop

Embryonic jelly on my lips and chin

Fetus eater no meat is sweeter

Since conception their future was dim

Tasting the unborn upon a whim

Fallopian wastes fill me to the brim

Picking my teeth with a fetal limb