I've downed my fill
Of people I killed.
Be doing it still,
But they found me.

The loons I killed
Went of their free will.
I didn't do it for thrills
Nothing wasted or spilled.

Willingly these fellows gave
Of themselves to me
Disemboweled and filleted
Filmed for post-er-i-ty.

Various parts
I'd cook on the grill,
Stuff myself to the gills.
Leftovers I'd chill.

Their wonderful livers made
Sweet delicacies
With fava beans sauteed
Served with Chianti.

Should be inca-ar-
Cerated until
Hell with ice cubes is filled
But breathe free soon I will.