An Emotional SoliloquyTo cook, or not to cook: that is the question:An Emotional Soliloquy by KEMESQ
Whether it is nobler risk the intactness of my kitchen
And try to put something in the oven
Or to simply decline this challenge remains a mystery.
The kitchen is a Siren, and I am the sailor-
It beckons to me, singing its inviting song
Only to entice me to attempt to
Exercise my culinary abilities.
To succeed at this dangerous task would be
Like surviving the Zombie Apocalypse,
And to fail would be as typical as
Taking a bad senior portrait.
Why can’t I just cook like a pro?
Deciding to cook would win me the approval
Of my mother- She would be in awe of my
Beautiful and pure domesticity.
What is something I can cook
That will not blow up my kitchen?
Trying to decide what to cook
Is like Rebecca Black trying to decide
Which seat to take on a Friday morning.
Cooking is a cross country race that I cannot win,
And knowing that I am not domestic
Eats away at my soul day by day-
What is cooking but a complicated labyrinth that
Winds and tw