wednesday morning at five oclock as the night begins,
eating the pants of the small gnome next door,
hoping digestion would finish by four,

she wolfs down parts of his liver
as her main dinner beef
quietly spitting his backdoor out,
leaving the feet, she has heard they cause gout

she ( she ate three little white guys)
is heaving ( can't digest all of those guys)
gnomes ( she should have stuck to her african tribe)

she's heaving gnomes all the guts and the bones,
and the hairy ears

cop chief snores as the wife of one says she's wolfed him down
sees all the blood that is lying there,
diced carrots, bile, and some pubic hair,
she breaks down, cries to the cops that maybe her mind is gone
a clown tastes too funny, agree with me,
gnomes should be only a snack you see,

she ( guts are too wet to digest)
is heaving ( should just eat all of the rest)
gnomes ( she should mix oatmeal into the thighs)

she's heaving gnomes, all the guts and the bones
and the hairy ears

late next morning at ten o'clock she is far away,
american airlines swahililand,
clutching a barf bag in either hand,

she ( why did she eat those three guys)
is heaving ( two is a meal of just perfect size)
gnomes ( she should have stuck to some deep finger fries)

some stayed inside, yes it can't be denied, but those hairy ears,
she's heaving gnomes.... why why??????????