Even need has manners. Even manners have bite marks. Do not lunge before the breath Do not waste a worthy death Let the chosen pulse declare What it wants and what it dares Every chase deserves a frame Every appetite, a name If the jaw must play its part Let it first respect the pulse I respect what makes it run Respect the sweat, respect the fun Respect the gasp that cracks the pose Respect the fear the flesh shows I don’t need a pretty plate I need the beat that says too late Let your etiquette refine I want rhythm, raw and mine Wait for the signal. Then break the floor. The hunt has etiquette Ask me first, then make me sweat The hunt has etiquette Good manners make the trap better The hunt has etiquette The bite has art The chase begins Where the shame gets wet the heart The hunt has etiquette The body knows One bows with grace One grins and goes A feast without respect is noise. Respect without craving is dead. Then we agree. Then let it run. Ha! Go! Ha! Now! The hunt has etiquette The bite has art The chase begins Deep in the dare the heart The hunt has etiquette The body knows One bows with grace One grins and goes After you. Bad idea.
