Hobo Stew

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