Revenge

It tastes a little like patience, a pot simmering on low heat; It tastes like something left on ice that now has been perfectly thawed; It tastes a little bit sugar, attached to what they did to you; Now the craving is satisfied; It tastes like the most sumptuous treat; It tastes just like the final straw, the pasta that’s now al dente; It tastes like pineapple that’s smoked, you know karma’s finally won; It tastes a little bit feisty, like every word you have held back; Now your palette is left on fire; Revenge is hot and cold, it tastes like they have just been burned.