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.
You are overbearing, too pushy, always want things your way
Because of that you are never welcomed where you wish to stay
Too many cooks spoil the soup
You are the one to disrupt a group
You think everything isn't complete unless you give it a final touch
You are what they call too much
Two's a company three's a crowd
A third wheel makes it unbalanced and loud
There comes a point when enough is enough
Every hand in poker you try to bluff
The invites come from your own mind
If you sat back and waited for them, you would be catching up with Father Time
You say you just want to be everyone's best friend, that is your crutch
Even drowning them with good intentions can be too much
There are parties you could actually be invited to
Unfortunately Sherlock Holmes is dead and with him are the clues
So sit back and taste the sourness of your own Fruit Punch
Maybe then you will learn to tone it down and know when it's too much
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