The Head Chef Poem by casey callahan
The Head Chef
Blaming me by others words,
Words that brew in pots of insanity.
Slicing up flowers for your stew.
Unrealistically complains,
Blind from all compassion.
The chef of deep dark chocolate
He stirs the stew and feeds it to his loved ones.
Monday, September 9, 2013
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