Because I Wonder What Brock Allen Turner's Dad Would Have Said if His Son Had Eaten Human Flesh for a Mere 20 Minutes

Cannibal Culture

He was hungry

So he ate her

Hey, you know

Boys will be

Carnivores

She said, “No.”

But it was only

One time

She should’ve

Done more to

Fight back

Her hands

Weren’t tied

She said, “No.”

But, she really

Meant, “Yes.”

Plus, it was after

He had already

Rooted his teeth

She left the house

Half dressed

What did she

Expect to happen

With the meatiest

Parts of her body

Exposed

These cattle

They ought to

Know better

These hens

Never seem

To learn their

Lesson

You know

These girls

Can’t make up

Their minds

You know

These girls

Can’t manage

Their wants

You know

These men

Have needs

You can’t

Hold his hand

And refuse to

Feed him

You can’t

Have culinary

Conversations

And then act

All shy

When he

Expects a feast

You went back

To his apartment

What did you think

Would happen?

You sat comfortably

At a set table

You willingly

Went into his kitchen

He was hungry

So he gorged himself

On her fat

Disemboweled her

Consumed contents

Of open cavity

Cupped hands

In shallow pool

Of pulsing wound

Drank until no more thirst

Chewed through muscle

Gnawed on tendons

Until incisors accosted

Bones

He video taped it

He took pictures of her

Dismembered

He told his friends

And they told him

That they had

Tasted human

Before

Ex-girl friends

Gone missing

Schoolmates

Neighbors and strangers

A pile of rotting remains

Who’s names

They barely remember

They were hungry

So they fed themselves

Hey, you know

Boys will be

Carnivores

Hey, you know

These whores

Cannot be built

Into housewives

You’d better

Burn down the building

And start from

The beginning

You know these

Women weren’t

Raised right

These single mothers

Don’t parent properly

You know these

Young girls

Are bold nowadays

You’ve seen these

10 year olds

Who look 18

How’s he supposed

To know

Who to bite

And who to keep his

Mouth away from

It’s impossible

You’re illogical

Stop being unreasonable

The Bible has you

Acting

Like you don’t want

To have your flesh

Torn from your bones

The Qu’ran has you

Thinking

There’s something

Wrong

With becoming

Remnants of meat

A man will pick

From between

His teeth

You think

You’re too good

To be consumed

You are stupid

To assume

A man will

Control his urges

It’s your

Responsibility

To keep him

Preoccupied

It’s your job

To convince him

You deserve

To keep your skin

Stay sober

In the company

Of male acquaintances

Stay out of the cars

Of men you know

Casually

Cover yourself

When you

Are the subject

Of his gaze

Stay out

Of bars

Parks

And alleyways

Don’t invite him

Over after the

Neighbors have

Lowered their blinds

Don’t travel

Where there is

No one to watch out

For you

You don’t know

What to do

In these situations

In this big, beasting

World

In these forests

Little Red,

He will rip the hood

From your head

And your scalp

From your skull

Right along with it

These women

Need to learn

Not to be a tease

Not be loose

Not to be bitches

Not to be rude,

Bitches,

Keep your pretty little

Knees

Together

You’d better

Smile

When he advances

When he compliments

When he whistles

When he howls

Don’t provoke him

He was born hungry

You know,

Boys will be greedy

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