Skinny she's so plump and sweet, Hips seducing, bones protruding -- Perfect pretty little girl. Seductress of skin and bones, Breasts inviting a suck and squeeze On the sandy beach of sun-glistened bodies laid out like candy bars, Sweet and full of oozing caramel Just waiting to be eaten and sucked. Skinny says she wants a grab and pull, Opens her creamy thick thighs -- an invitation to feed on her fly-eaten carcass. She strips a piece of meat from her arm, offering him a sacrifice of blood and flesh. Blesses him with communion, Feeds him, fills him, quenches his thirst and hunger. Skinny takes inventory of her gains and losses Diligently reviews her budget for the week, Aware of the necessary charity, Desiring gifts to the world, Ascetically flogging herself, Shredding herself to sell her meat in the fresh market. Skinny little girl notes her excess spending, Though perceived by her buyers as a careful saver of funds. The prodigal youth, they say, How lucky, they praise and laud her in her assiduous attempts to save. Skinny, though, in darkened chambers, hides her promiscuity, Fucking men in sweat-filled rooms, Collecting dollar bills and throwing them at pills and needles To feed her insatiable habit, She falls unconscious under the weight of countless men Chomping into her like rare, bleeding steaks to hard bone. Skinny turns to dust, outspent in money and torn flesh Partied till the end, Enjoying every moment of pleasure, Taking pride in her outward perfection Even until and throughout their distribution of her thigh, leg, and breast, Skinny lives for the thrill, Exists for the luxury, the beauty outside with the dirty inside, Skinny is licked, chewed, savored, Sweet at first, but found to have a bitter aftertaste. Skinny sought the thrill, Lived to a proud death, an inscription of her devout charity and giving to mankind.