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.
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