I like them young

I love them youngYoung by D.L.Williams

How do they expect me to for-see my love of those supple rosy red cheeks? The freshness of their characters, and the untainted outlooks of youth. How could I not want to cut them and eat them with their peers? Perhaps lowering them into the bowels and having them smeared on cold white floors. I think they were put here to make men mad at their very desires for the fresh and young. In there bountiful harvest I can even pick and choose from the ones on the news to the ones who pay dues. The selection is well along the streets of rye but if I cant have those I don't mind the italian kind. I would love if my dreams would come true and I could lay one it a tacky 70's room, on a fresh bed of green silk with a ceiling of orange there very virginity's I'd love to tarnish. Some sick people have even boiled the poor babies alive! Thats just sick, at-least I cut the heads off the little people and remove their spine. They don't feel a thing, saver me sinking my teeth into their flesh and once in a while putting salt in the wound. Who am I to judge at the end of the day? Don't you eat tomatoes in this sinister way?