Epiphany Of a Madman

There was a town far away by the bay near Clementine Creek.
This place was unheard of, although beautiful and quite chic.
The town was quite lonely, but far from being stark;
Beyond it’s striking beauty lies a tale deranged and dark.

In the town there lied a restaurant with the best meals ever tasted;
Nothing too expensive, and it wasn’t money wasted.
For the food was so delicious, The burgers so divine,
Bankruptcy became imminent, workers payrolls on the line.

Francois the rightful owner was deciding what to do.
He got sick with violent worry and his mind broke into two.
But then a vicious plan went reverberating in his brain;
He lost the drop of sanity remaining in his veins.
This idea, this plan, this feat of his brain receptor'
Was the epiphany of a madman, morally wrong in every vector.

The Streets of Clementine Valley became a danger after dark;
People went disappearing as would fish before a shark.
The towns beautiful homes, its gorgeous large estates;
Bars over the windowpanes imprisoned family mates.

It was safe during day and people still grazed this place,
But the waiters turned strange, a drugged look upon their face.
Francois hid so silently inside his locked-up den,
Had these people realized they were eating their own men?

A story so frightening, a tale so wrapped in hate,
These people would be sorry if they returned back too late.
The moral of the story, pray daily by God's steeple,
Just pray the meat you’re eating isn’t made of other people.