Too Many Cooks
They say that,
“too many cooks, spoil the soup”;
indeed, they spoil everything.
Political cooks, halfway cook the meal;
leaving raw, tough meat and chewy bread;
they bicker all the while;
serving under cooked dinners.
Legal cooks, waste time cutting corners
and their incessant digging,
in the wrong direction,
produces over-baked mush,
that defeats effort.
Research cooks, never get the seasoning right;
often serving up toxic cocktails.
with sour lunches.
The cacophony, of bickering over cost of ingredients
and whom will pay the price;
often results in a grotesque experience,
with no nutrition.
Humankind would be far better off,
rearranging its life-kitchen;
letting the expert chefs make the decisions,
regarding meal planning.
A meal is only perfect when,
thoroughly well planned and prepared,
but some egos are too blind,
to observe their own mistakes.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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