Pie Man

Stone me.
Here’s a new delivery.
Haven’t seen this one before.
Fork the surface
and reveal
the beauty of the interior.

Slaver.
Devour.

I’m twenty stone and counting
but the rivulets of gravy
are demanding my attention.
Sink my laughing gear
into that crust
and feel the meat rush.

There’s a ring at the door.
It’s that fucking social worker.
What’s she come here for?
Throw the carcase
on the pile behind the sofa.
Shuffle through the hall.

Meals on wheels, luv?
Sure.