The following took place at a dinner party in Jerusalem about 2000 years ago.
This is my body. *Pulls out some bread*
This is my blood. *Pours some wine*
This is a stick up *Pulls out a gun*, put your hands on your head and get on the floor.
Hello bacon my old friend.
I’ve like to eat some more of you again.
Because an odor softly creeping.
Filled my dreams whilst I was sleeping.
And the taste that was planted in my brain, still remains.
Echoed within the sound of sizzling.