Food for Thought

by Emily Sparkles

I could never be a chef.
Preparing creations 
that will merely be 

If I were a chef,
I'd have to create dishes 
that required chewing
and chewing 
and chewing.

I'd find it better for my dishes 
to be destroyed 
in the mouth.
Remembered for their difficulty,
even their unpleasantness,
than easily swallowed.

Digested without effort.
Forgotten as shit.