Carnivorous Conspiracies
I will bake your bird in my pie
I bet you don’t know why.

I will dangle it by its feet
swallow it as it tweets.

Cackling bones will inside me break
Baked bird is a mistake.

It will fly flapping out my throat
next time I’ll eat your goat.

But goats have angry curly horns
would pierce me with their scorn.

Carnivorous Conspiracies
Your vicious fallacies.

Are counter-productive and fouled
I’m rendered disembowled.