I’m actually dead,
I survived but I’m dead.
This is not living,
This is being cooked until golden brown,
Crunchy on the outside,
Soft on the inside.
This is being fried like chicken,
Sizzled like sausages.
Or perhaps boiled like potatoes,
And poached like breakfast eggs.
I am roasted like various veggies,
And steamed like pork buns.
I am egg fried like rice,
Oh so hot with Asian spice.
As I am simmered like minestrone soup,
And baked like a red velvet cake,
I look up to the sky and say:
Please…throw me into a motherfucking lake.
- By Alexis & Alana