Last Meal

June 25, 2008

A life of rage and fury
It would surely end the next day
No more taste of blood
To the monstrous villain’s dismay

So when it came the time to choose
The last meal that I would enjoy
I asked for a cut of rare steak
A treat for this grown but lost boy

A salad, potatoes, and milk
Rounded out with the freshest of fruit
A meal for this man to remember
On a plate that’s a dark as my suit

Type: Poetry

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