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food, thou art a cruel mistress

jamie taught us salt,

nigella, the art of the beef stew

cake boss, the art of chocolate fondant,

the mafia

so rich and chewy

mafia,

the true american dream

richness and trophies and abraham

the mob engulfs the flames of life.

Nigel asleep in his room

sound, it wakes him

Nigel, he says

remember the naked chef

remember him

forever

Nigel goes downstairs

pours a glass of milk

grabs a cupcake

one boxed

he cries a tear of shame

as he remembers

Jamie Oliver

his queen

his Kingsley

his Oakley

his larry

his life

was a box of chocolate

he grabbed the caramel

but was greedy and seized the brie also

it was a sad day

as Nigel fell

off the cliff of life

into a hovel of doom...

the mob,

Nigel,

all attached

no way out

Brie

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Jan 22, 2013
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