Whip me to a lather
with your sour sarcastic tone,
slice and dice me with your words
that crush me like a stone.
Spread acidic slander
as you cut me down to size,
sprinkle bitter rumors
and then garnish that with lies.
Mix in cups of salty tears
of things better unsaid,
pour in rancid memories
from things long buried, dead.
Dish it out while it is hot
as hot as you can make it,
now I know the recipe
let's see if you can take it.
