The Banquet Hall

The most Powerful of All
Riches of the Rich
Had gathered in just one hall,
And at the door, stood MR Fiedrich
He wasn't tall, had skills
Like his father, and his father's father.
After greetings each guest
Making no ill,
He showed them all to seat
Their table they sat directors of the Earth
On pure maple with silver spoon'n'forks by side
They began to eat,
Lobsters, the exotic and extinct.
Mr Fiedrich did announce
"My friends basically I am Beat"
Then cut his throat and promptly died
Men rushed at his feet,
Tried to stop the spouting red.
Just for show, they knew his light had dimmed,
Women fainted along with Ned
Jim rushed the locked door, it would not budge
Jenny tried the phone, it had no line
Mr Fiedrich smiled
Still spilling his red wine.
After half an hour of their screaming
One shouted "Let us gather at the table, and begin to calm"
Slowly, All gathered at the Maple
One spoke "Mr Fiedrich was our friend, he would have..."
"Calm yourself" another
"There must be a way out other than the doors"
A man no-one knew was Trevor
Said "There's not, that is the only"
"I built this room a Vault"
"Airtight, Funny isn't it, that i shall have Made my own Tomb."
Grinning Mr Fiedrich whose clotting deep red smile
Seemed to Widen as he watched Uproar consume them all,
One stood up
"How long Mr, till the air is gone"
"Five to ten hours" replied Trevor.
"Then I suggest we enjoy our last time together"
Faster than you could say Undress
Everyone was doing their Best
Mr Fiedrich had been kind,
enough to make sexes equal.
Legs up High and Wide
Bear backsides upon the Maple
Strange liquids on the Table
Food became involved
Fruits and dead animals
Everything to pleasure
Sceaming started once again
But this time in another motion.
You could not measure, the bleeding grin
Mr Fiedrich wore
When Doors burst open with a thousand flashes
Cameras caught the Richest of them All,
In an Orgy to Apall.

-Michael Hampton