My stomach is uneasy from the **** I was fed for breakfast.
You saw that I was disoriented,
Its why you chose to strike.
Though you foresaw that I wouldn't break,
I cant help but hate the hand I was dealt.
I will continue to choke down what you've prepared for me, O Master Chef.
Eat and grow strong,
young one.
You've a ways to go.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
My stomach is uneasy from the **** I was fed for breakfast.
You saw that I was disoriented,
Its why you chose to strike.
Though you foresaw that I wouldn't break,
I cant help but hate the hand I was dealt.
I will continue to choke down what you've prepared for me, O Master Chef.
Eat and grow strong,
young one.
You've a ways to go.
