
In youth,
I’d take my steak
Well done only,
Extra dead, I’d say.
Now, older,
having been taught,
Palette educated years ago,
I’ll take my steak
Rare only,
Extra moo, I say
Raw if I could,
I say with a smile,
The tang of iron upon the tongue.
Swallow down fibrous chunks
of bloody muscle
barely chewed.
Wash down all reproach
With the tinny taste
Of blood.
Detail is very precise and impressive!
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