Into my café came a fluffy bird, dressed in yellow,
Dainty xanthous shoes hid her sharp claws.
I went over to her table and sat opposite this
Golden bird and by thought transference said;
” Look at me!” She did and pecked my pecker
with her sexuality.

Took her petite shoes off, scratched my calves to
They bled and my unwashed feet were purified
By delicious warm blood.

I crawled, disregarding peoples stare, onto her back and,
in an uncontrollable passion, bit her head off.
An orgasmic geyser of chicken gore soiled her
Plumage.

Seventeen dogs broke down the door and tore into
The convulsing bird, I left the café to the frenzied curs.
And sterile sunlight bathed an empty street, flanked by
Leafless trees.