Is it tradition-induced desire, accompanied by grunting
Or the constant hunger, overpowering from within
Or maybe it’s the thrill of a catch after hunting
After the smoke clears from spent ammunition
That makes grilled bat, or boiled, peppered bat so appealing
Or perhaps it’s just more acceptable, depending on what you’ve been
exposed to & where you’ve been
Still, it’s somehow outrageous
How not sharing ones’ food can lead to poisoning that’s contagious
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