I spread some fudge on my bread and it’s not too much
Especially if there is no fudge or bread. Only butter is
Out of place, replaced by sour cream by the whim
Of some wizard or witch, in attempts to relax me and
Convey a message about futile efforts to reach other
Side of the happy end in the tale with unhappy beginning.
This is rare or medium rare or well done by the standards
Of regular meat in case of the butcher on spree of killing
Of  innocent animals. But I want to eat and definitely I am
A carnivore and to be functional I need this kind of food
That I can not replace with  sugar or vulgar substitutes
Teachers as long as I feel this thirst for blood. Sometimes
I think that I am a common bloodsucking worm like a leech
In the search of warm and unusual sensation of storm
Hiding beneath the surface of water in nice and comfortable
Hole ready to strike on any living and blood having creature
To continue my life or the life of my own kind that has nothing
To gain in this life except full self perfection for all generations
After me that will come and conquer this world.