Easy there little girl
Easy with that cavernous hunger
A few bowls of soup
You think all is solved
Self-taught genius
Vocation forgotten
Could have lost your hands
They cut those off you know
When you reach for what’s not yours
A few bowls of soup
Not followed by doubling over
And here you are
Unhinging your jaw
Sharpening pearly whites
Fresh with pieces of flesh
Torn off of predators
Easy, easy
Repletion is business
You are no master yet
Easy with that cavernous hunger
Lest you too are consumed
Left in someone’s teeth