I Look At You Poem by Freedom of Speech

To my 2nd chef, with love lol...



I look at you,

And I hate you,

So…

Our secrets, you will keep,

As I drive this knife, well in deep,

For what happened to you?

This bridge between us I tried to keep,

But you burnt it,

A thousand times over,

As we have no common ground! !

So, fall to the floor and drown,

In your own blood red carpet,

You seem to wear as a crown,

Your diabolical taste,

The music that you lay waste,

You run the kitchen like a zoo,

Expect every animal to bow down to you,

Your word of command means nothing,

To those that are the dammed,

As we long for the release,

But your monotone voice keeps the peace,

However its only a matter of time,

Before one of us takes you down,