Sacked from what I love

A poem about being a chef, falling in love with a girl at work and getting sacked by her father

I am a chef, the kitchen my stage

Working with food, And adding some sage

I like to please and take pride in my work

My own little joy, my home made perk

I’m in love with my knives,

I truly don’t diguise

That sharp cold blade shines up at me

While chopping all the way

I shout at all the waiters

As they take the food

Cursing as they walk on by, my feelings not so crude

The burns that I sure do collect 

Make me feel and look abject

Like an emo, cutting wrists

They show like suicide’s what I wish

I wear my clean white uniform

Even though my style is torn

Flattering it sure is not

Looking like a big salt pot 

I flirt with all the girls at work

My manner kind and slightly curt

They smile at me, as I tell them

My feelings are condemned  

The Wherry Hotel was my last stint

Sacked by my boss, his name was Clint

The reason was for sure unjust

My intentions true, he did not trust

His daughter was so s****y

She made me go all smutty

He did not like, I paid the price

For my flirtatious deed

He did not trust, nor did he know

She was carrying my seed!

Reviews

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

I really liked the food analogies in this poem as you are a chef by trade that really showed some creative thought I may sound harsh now but the poem did lose its rhythm as you changed subject matters perhaps submitting these as 3 separate poems giving detail in each situation would have been better or just tweak it slightly to maintain the pace that you created at the beginning