Smoking Mad
Smoke transports itself in every room
Devastating aroma given by the chef's creativity
Butchering the bruises off from a deformed potato
Shaping potatoes with a single zap of a chef's favorite knife
Grease prevailing the crisps...smoke torments the eyes
Maddening the hungry carnivores,
Begging for protein and strength
Wanting steaming steak instead of crispy fries
Horror surges in this hesitant hour
Bringing my life close at stake
Arms and limbs butchered in yanking gore
Leaving my bones and remains on the kitchen floor
You despicable carnivores,
Are you smoking mad?
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