Spaghetti brains 
or maybe its a mop 
covered in prego sauce 
but wait I heard a shot
pots and pans spilled 
all over the floor: bLoOd
the smell of ground beef, covers the walls, SpLaTtErEd
Or is it flesh, who knows ?
the chef is laying
on the floor, face down 
The heat in the kitchen must've been to much,  displayed by the bullet shell, Yes only one, Suicide for lunch, his life wasn't the only thing lost
but also my appetite, Gone 
Spaghetti brains