I took the help wanted sign away as I entered the doors
No one noticed me locking the doors to the grocery store
The manager was found and I assured him that I was over qualified
The job was for a butcher, I assure him I could filet and butterfly
There was a simple test that he wanted to observe and inspect
So I decapitated the old butcher and began to dissect
I promised nothing but one butcher is going to be needed in this bitch
Just let me operate the meat market and I’ll make your ass rich
Penny pinchers walking the aisles looking for sales all alone
With me as your butcher and not a hacker, just watch me debone
Coupon motherfuckers hanging with hooks in their backs
Are trimmed like lambs and packaged as racks
Skin ripped and shredded, the crackling has to be made
This bitch was a vegan and so the sausage is displayed
Use the intercom an announce a sale on boxed meat
This is my way to get rid of heads, hands, and feet
Hell let’s cut so shit up, hahaha, stew meat and flank steak
Take that neck and spine, and make neckbone and backbone for goodness sake
Children playing alone in the aisles when everyone’s looking for a deal
Just watch me scoop their young asses up and package them up as veal
Fully gutted nothing is getting forgotten or waste
Fucking intestines stuffed as sausages with a dick and vagina taste
All of the innards, kidneys, livers, and hearts scooped up and thrown in
The blood is for the blood sausage, so that’s in a separate bin
Everyone’s flocking to the store after hearing about the big sales
But I must be careful least they hear of past employment tales
Of how the meat markets began to smell as blood ran down the aisles
Of how the cleaver and knives whined as the new butcher smiled
No, no, don’t revert back and yet keep the freezer packed
Show those shoplifters how a real fucking butcher reacts
I heard in a dream that the store will need a manager soon
I heard from the cleaver that our current manager wont see noon
With all of this new business and yet my check isn’t right
I have put this sale off for to long it has taken all of my might
As he entered the meat market a mere lamb ready for slaughter
By noon as the cleaver predicted, he was packaged for sale upon the altar
HEY! I remember this…..still WICKED GOOD.
To us the perfect Halloween piece, and thanks for remembering Lady
Not to drop names or anything g like that….but a certain Her said a lil something about a butcher shop if I recall 🤔
Yes you was the inspiration to this piece, and thank you Lady
From the title I connected your poem to writer’s block. I was like: thats interesting. I wonder what is Butcher’s block is like. Reading it reminded me somehow of Joe Goldberg from the series You. I enjoyed reading your poem. The ending was satisfying too. Lol
Thanks a ton Mr. M.E. we prefer writing in this style, dark and relating a story. Much appreciation