Sandi

When I say 'screw you', It makes my troubles light, so much more to do, will all Chefs die intestate? however much they fight, useless venom at the plates, screaming at menus, their eyes a terrible sight, frightened kitchen crews, fire burns around their face, don't ask me why, anchors bind my feet, even God is not immune, debts gone from my eyes, no longer am I duped, wouldn't it be great, to feel a love inside, instead of this new place, my house beyond the dunes, lying near the tide, this café’ brings me truth, hangs me out to dry?