The River Talker - Cannibal Delicatessen

Cultures rise from whence they came,

No matter their mores, no matter  their name.

From primitive ways their future, it flows,

From their beginnings their society grows.

 

So we shouldn't be shocked when we are told,

That man-eating cultures, when they grow old,

Become more and more sophist-i-cate,

Even in how they do masticate.

 

Where we might enjoy pastrami on wheat,

A cannibal might like some roast human meat,

Although I myself like lamb with mint jelly,

Who's knows what I'd like at the Cannibal's Deli.

 

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