Eat Me
(Jerry Blatt)
On a hot steamy Monday in New Guinea
In the highly overrated month of June
I met him on a most suspicious field trip
Under a jungle moon
I thought he wanted me for my mind
For the sweet little quirks of my heart
Oh how could I be so blind
I should have known from the start
All he wanted was to eat me
He only thought of me as food
All he wanted was to eat me
How rude
How rude I know from his humble occupation
My native Adonis was into mastication
If I hadn’t fought him and taken a powder
I could have wound up some kind of chowder
Oh who would ever say with such delight
Nobody ate me
Thank God no one ate me last night