Let Me Eat Your Brain--A (Rotting) Love Poem

I saw your beautiful face today You’re perfect from head to toe And though I’m not the perfect mate I’m hoping you won’t say no You see, I’m just a little decayed Loose flesh here and there You can even see a little bone But I cover it well with hair My fingers are fleshless and crooked My teeth are mostly rotten The clothes I wear are threadbare and worn My sense of style forgotten I know you’re so far out of my league Some might say ‘the impossible dream’ But you have a pulse and brainwaves I crave We’d make the perfect team! With just a little time and understanding I know you’d come to fall In love with me, though I’m rotting And have a southern drawl But if you refuse my offer If you decide from my company you’ll part Perhaps you’ll offer me just a piece Of your tasty-I mean sweet-heart