While your black bile bubbles on the hob
put a great red chunk of hate
in a hot oven and baste with its
mordaunt juices.
Take contempt (but
make sure it’s fresh)
and seethe in milk (but
make sure it’s off).
Serve with a salsa
of broken hearts with
grated nerves, and
to finish try
fermented pride with
sour grapes.
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