Do you remember my previous post on the Lyrical Terrorist? Well, here's the full poem which I got from here, also check out the comments. I am currently researching this rather bizarre and strange habit of beheading so watch out for an up and coming full length essay. In the meantime, think about this silly girl who got imprisoned.
How to Behead
Tie the arms behind his back
And bandage his legs together
Just by the ankles
Blindfold the punk
So that he won't hesitate as much
For on seeing the sharp pointy knife
He'll begin to shake
And continuously scream like an eedyat
And jiggle like a jelly
Trust me–this will sure get you angry
It’s better to have at least two or three brothers by your side
Who can hold the fool
Because as soon as the warm sharp knife
Touches his naked flesh
He'll come to know what'll happen
It's not as messy or as hard as some may think,
It's all about the flow of the wrist.
No doubt that the punk will twitch and scream
But ignore the donkey's ass
And continue to slice back and forth
You'll feel the knife hit the wind and food pipe
But don't stop
Continue with all your might.
About now you should feel the knife vibrate,
You can feel the warm heat being given off,
But this is due to the friction being caused.
In case you do not understand what the entire fuss is all about, here are 3 short movies which I took in Bhopal of 2 chickens getting their throat slit, plucked and dressed. Pretty far cry from the nicely packaged chicken breasts that we get, no? I do not think this lyrical terrorist will think about treating chickens forget about men after watching how it is done.
WARNING!!, NOT FOR SENSITIVE SOULS!!!! you have been warned.