I'm the sole survivor
Of the wreck
that sank straight out from under my feet
Stranded on a rock
In the South Pacific
Not a bloody bite to eat
I'm living off seagulls
Living off crabs
But they just aren't enough
I look down at my feet
That I really don't need
Times are gettin' really tough
'cause I'm
SO HUNGRY
I ate them both
Thinkin' "Cold roast beef"
with my legs I did the same
you are what you eat
so I haven't changed a bit
But I know that I'm going insane
'Cause I'm
SO HUNGRY
Sixty days and still no boat
Nothing left below the waist
I know I should leave
My hands for last
But I can't resist a taste
'Cause I'm
SO HUNGRY
(Lady fingers
they taste
just like
Lady fingers...)
--KK
Based on Stephen King's "Survivor Type"
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Reviewed on October 24, 2002
LOL good grief! Loved this! :)
Reviewed by Diana Bennett (Reader)
Reviewed on October 18, 2002
A well done tribute by a future master to a formers work. Bravo!
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Reviewed on March 21, 2002
kings depiction of the surgeon who eats himself piece by piece has always been one of my favorites. this is delightful.
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I hope you don't take offense at my sense of humour. :)
Gina