Chop Me Up

A poem about cooking dinner.

It's another show, another damn frustration. You run out of gas when you're ready to go. We've got them tied in the back, so let's go! Show me more, I've gotta get my fix. It's a slab meat on the counter, alright? We've gotta hurry to start this party tonight! Grinding up against you is my greatest passion. A chainsaw held in my hand is a call to action. Bit by bit, your splatter rains upon me, all your grizzle has a nice sizzle, but it's a joy I have yet to ignite. Chop me up!