apprentice hired through a
temp service, experimented
sloppily on humans after
one man mistakenly said
on a harpsichord:
“We enjoy spleen repair above
many ovens of juice.”
They tortured three humans,
and left one man and the
only woman.
The crickets provided
an apple tree, and watched
the couple like vitamin B-12 deficient
voyeurs.
The couple had children, and
through boredom and neglect, their
children had kids.
An incestuous race had begun:
daughters and fathers, sons and mothers...
The crickets were shocked;
and concocted a plan to battle
the human overpopulation that
started with a mistake—
Food.
The crickets butchered
humans— humans with wandering
eyes, with weak livers, with
calcium-angled cocks, with
rigid backs, with small limbs.
At first, humans were
distributed to the cricket population
in small rations, it
soon became a fad.
The crickets came
close to depleting the deformed
human population because
of its unique taste.
They stopped the protein
extinction, and now only
served humans on special
occasions.
“I’d like that small guy, with
the tail,” said James.
“Could you get me a toddler,
James?” asked Norm.
“Sure. How are the women?”
“Delicious.”
