There exists such a man that all food gravitates towards him.
Ethiopian boys are his skinny toys that squiggle and squirm towards the scraps on the floor. They flurry and fight for he shares no more than a crumb and a core. A crumb and a core... a crumb and a c - ZAP!! One got too close and the prod's healthy dose of electricity and fear found the one all too near... His soul saw the light, his body lifeless and white... one told the others and they knew he was right, for flesh was the smell they could smell through the night... truth rang loud, rang loud and with might, for the truth was told with that first single bite...
The man is fat, gluggonous, and queer - no man could accept his smell without sneer. He sits in a throne made of donuts and bone and once ate a baby fresh from the womb. He's surrounded by jars filled with toads and slugs, which he tosses in the air and eats with a SMASH!!
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