Biscuits For Smut

Served up in the backyard
Cooked too long on high
Flying out the window
Even dogs have passed them byDidn't know she was tied up
Better fed than forced
Time to meet the protagonist
Boy, he never showed remorseChoking on the one thing
His tongue had gotten too fat
A barely walking dead man
Seemed to know where he was atDrive himself to the airport
Getting out of here
Overworking the small town
The law couldn't get too near