I'm Having Lunch With Severed Heads

I’m having lunch with severed heads

With necks cut down from the crown

and in their soups, oh have they bled

and leaked upon their garment gowns

I’m having lunch with severed heads

With faces nearly touching mine

and though their eyes are pointing down

Their stares travel from behind

I’m having lunch with severed heads

Whose words are mangled from the sound

of blood spurting from their necks

and leaking ‘pon their garment gowns

I’m having lunch with severed heads

It’s driving me insane

they won’t stop slurping hot hot soup

and moaning out in pain

I’m having lunch with severed heads

You may have had it too

I’m having lunch with severed heads

Whenever I’m with you