Horse The Band

Tortured and mangled,
Hungry and hateful,
Vicious and covered
In viscous fluids.
Hungry for pizza, the cannibal feasts.
A creature of cravings and conspiracies.
Black arts conspire with brick oven masters, birthing his face: the disaster,
Dying a dead black crusty cancer without answers.
The werepizza is after you.
A werepizza he's been since the age of sixteen when he got disgusting...
Since then he's preyed on the weak and the lame, covering them in pepperoni
And garlic and olive and onion and peppers and cheese and broccoli
And chicken and sausage and mushroom, jalape?os and anchovies.
[Hello Sir, here's your pizza—dear god young man what has happened to you?