by Nick Gisburne
If this is all the money you can find
I’ll take another fingertip instead
Remember, if you fall too far behind
Your shoulders may be parted from your head
Disfigurement is permanent, of course
But luckily, because you really tried
A powerful, vindictive, lethal force
Has chosen not to skin your filthy hide
A satisfying supper, I would say
A friendly, warm conclusion to the meal
Your eyes you get to keep, for now, today
And fingers, quickly shortened, quickly heal
My colleague has the cutters, as you see
But first, perhaps another cup of tea?
