A gross poem

As borders, blue and moldy bread,
Some cream of wheat, a chicken head,
A tiny lump of who-knows-what,
Several cockroaches, finely cut.

A hundred thousand red ant eggs,
Crispy crunchy spider legs,
A bottle of mustard from 1902,
Some chocolate (suspicious; it might have been poo).

A sprinkle of blood from a vampire bat,
A pinch of dank sweat from a carpenter’s hat,
A bacon strip covered in larvae and goop,
A snake biting his tail so he’s in a loop.

The fingernail clippings of Jabba the Hutt,
A rock-hard and way past gone bad coconut,
Some bird carcasses, now they’re dead and can’t chirp;
And that’s what was in my homemade sandwich! *Burp*