Chop Goes the Butcher

Chop goes the butcher.

Chop chop chop…

Goes the butcher.

In my head,

On my bed.

A mere lamb,

Is what I am.

We all like sheep

have gone astray.

Mutton is the special

Of the day.

Chop chop chop…

Goes the butcher.

Up before dawn,

He’s still not gone.

Strangled by sheets,

Hung up,

Like dried meats.

Pillows are gears,

Chewing me up,

Spitting me out,

Ground beef

And sauerkraut.

Chop chop chop…

Goes the butcher.

On his block,

In his lock.

I wanted to see you.

Swamped in the bayou.

But bound in my head,

I’m enslaved to my bed.