Flat Meat

It was two in the morning and Wittman was up He went to the kitchen to get some grub There was only one thing in the fridge to eat Sitting on a plate there was some flat meat He was a flat meat smuggler He didn't bother with a fork and knife He ate it like it was the end of his life He heard some creaking coming down the stairs He turned around and Drew was there He was a flat meat smuggler Drew looked at him and said what are you doing Wittman couldn't answer cause he was still chewing He tried to swallow but he started to choke There was nothing we could do to save the poor bloke He was a flat meat smuggler He was a flat meat murderer Smuggler