"The baby needs it's greens," the mother says as she forced feeds the screaming infant that child hates it but no one ever knows because that child's voice has been replaced by muffled cries and the mother's voice of reason
Meanwhile brother is right upstairs snorting salt because his family never taught him the dangers of cooking usually he just throws mushrooms on his steaks without even checking to see if they've gone bad you think in a family of experience chefs someone would have taught this boy how to cook properly
Mama and pops are always cooking, too teaching classes to all their friends but not without a price and pops burn sage in the living room while mama starts to ***** that it makes the house smell bad as if the smell of greens, salt, mushrooms, and all the other spices don't already fill the air for the entire neighborhood to smell
Son, you can grow your own veggies in the garden but your neighbors patch down the street has a better harvest so put those greens in your paper bag hop in your Lamborghini and get the hell out of this house just because your exterior is spotless doesn't mean the interior isn't slowly rotting away like you are such a shame you lost the brain you never had
I know this wonβt make sense to a lot of people, but this poem is inspired by one of the best nights of my life.