Disclaimer: Readers told me that this is necessary, so yeah. This may be a bit disturbing
"Cut the pinkie off!"
The voice screams,
Right in our ears.
It's the money,
Making us face our fears.
Two men,
About to cut off their pinkies.
First one to do it,
Wins the money.
I am ready,
To make the chop.
He is prepared too,
Nothing to make us stop.
"GO!"
I push the blade down,
With my eyes closed.
Blood splatters on my face,
And all over my clothes.
"TIE!"
No way,
That this is a tie!
One of us had to win,
Without any lies.
I open my eyes,
And look at him.
He stands tall,
Face looking grim.
The other is crying,
Screaming in pain.
By the way this is going,
Our future seems faint.
"This can't end in a tie, so let's break this!"
He slams two platters,
Of meat on the table.
Not chicken or beef,
But his dog, Able.
"First one to finish it all."
We look at each other,
In disgust.
This is horrible,
But finish it, I must.
In the end,
One of us has to win.
The man starts laughing,
"Let the feast begin!"
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