Look, your tormentors, your coastal Kings, the rulers from the edge of your eyes.
All seeing, all evil, our name means fear, our deeds much more….
Gazing, watchful, and ready- your comforting fare the exposed and mouth ready prey..
Our providers, our clowns, our culinary captives….
We were here before you, and will also be after. Our domain, our rules- harsh and without remorse.
Such desire for you, so unloving and cruel, from the stomach not the heart, from our twisted minds- but not our conscience.
So stay a little longer; for our supper is due, for our bowels are weak, and our warped gay abandon needs its subject…