Such impoverish yet lavish taste
Ulterior, does it matter to oneself?
Needless to say, life shall haste
Need say more for a life that sits on a shelf

Yearn a bite for a tarnished side
Soldiering to perfection, time shall be the judge
In a body still standing yet a heart that has died
Death's faceless encounter leaves no else than a smudge

Eggs cooked sweet; baked salty
Unraveled embellishments throughout
Persist a taste with utmost quality