The table is ready
with boats of my delicacy
I apologize for the burnt,
for my blunt efficacy.  

it was not easy
to carve me-self inside-out,
serve you shame for starters
with deeply fried doubts.

You will find them fulfilling
coz of all the grease
but,save your appetite
for a lot more to come at ease.

I see your eyes wide open
and you drooling like a hound,
guessing what will come next,
will it be my roasted rebound?

or perhaps, maybe you are on a diet
and wanna have something light tonight
like Some salad of my malady,
or a cobbler filled with berries of my plight.

Yeah, I see the drops of apathy
as you feast on my saucy loss
Not even masticating with your conscience,
just Washing down with La’poor wine you brought.

With that last morsel,
I am out of all the sizzling regrets,  
all the smokey condemnations,
all the crunchy identity threats.

While you burp out your utter respect,
your voice is all freaked up,
you so excited in fact.    
coz what I just fed you,
you wanted it so bad,
now you got enough munchies
for your homies, your lads.

but you my boy, don’t you leave
without the souffle and the cake
one is stuffed with my imagination
and other have frostings of my self-respect
of which, you have got none,
for you were my guest.