Eat Away Get Away

stiff little thingers and dumg big ass fumbs, numb toes and their overgrown toe nails, witches use 'em as an ingredient for 'spell ales'
sell the bound, and you're bound to find, a supidity that's pined the wood off the tree into its laminacey, and lately we've been kitting out carpets as scrap, but the skips are full, and the mind is null of what to do - to bring in a toast, wash away the days down our throa(s)t
stuff your face on a dirty meat roast
have a leg of lamb
have a cats arm - what's the difference,
have a dog in all its glory of mint sauce and a full pig with an apple forced between its mouth, just to show it's healthy to eat, but worm in the apple of snow whites poison, you'll be eating yourself once come; the horizon