Christ Kebab

"Christ kebab, sir?" Asks the Turkish waiter, His brow Beaded With sweat, As he stuffs the Tepid Greasy Roasted Human flesh Into a plastic bag. "Yes please," She says. "No!" Her husband starts In fear. "You could get some terrible disease," he says, "like AIDS or CJD." The Turkish waiter, Hearing this, Laughs And says, "No sir. Don't worry. These corpses have no diseases. We get them from the retirement home."