Christian Capital Kebab

[Fraser Allonby Q.C.]

"Christian kebab, sir?"
Asks the Turkish waiter,
His brow
Beaded
With sweat,
As he stuffs the
Tepid
Greasy
Roasted
Human flesh
Into a plastic bag.

"Yes please,"
She says.
"No!"
Her husband starts
In fear.
"You could get some terrible disease,"
he says,
"like AIDS or CJD."

The Turkish waiter,
Hearing this,
Laughs
And says,
"No sir. Don't worry.
These corpses have no diseases.
We get them from
the retirement home."

[justfred]

Jesus, what I wouldnt do for a nice tasty kebab. You should see the pap we get fed in here. Its a disgrace. We got privatised under New Labour and everythings gone downhill since, the bastards.

[Daphne]

This poem of yours, Fraser, it has all the hallmarks of genius. But mad genius. Mad, mad, mad.