You’re as pompous as red velvet, I should have guessed from your shade Disclosing things about you while sharpening your spade. Every piece of you screams deceit with artificial dye Yet with a fork in hand, I was eager for another guy. Pie wouldn’t suffice because of the crust barrier. Cookies wouldn’t last, too tempted to be the sharer. Pudding is much too dense and easier to spoil. Ixnayed doughnuts, fully submerged in oil. But cake by the slice would surely make me crumble Especially iced with deceptive designs of humble. The bragging rights you boast: I’m a different kind of cake Is the recipe for devil’s food which you spitefully take. Now there’s a concept that’s certainly foreshadowing The conniving nature that leaves your victims battling The crave, the hankering for another piece Because of the promises left, definition of a tease Your cake flour demands the baker adjust 3 cups of sugar, insecurities temporarily hushed Vanilla extract is the only thing that’s pure Buttermilk should’ve been enough to deter But I persevered even past the vinegar Begged to confirm you’re a winner. Measuring more ingredients, continuing to scoop Emotional unawareness, far from aloof. I should’ve measured integrity or the temp. of your heart Assumed it was 350, right from the start. Recipe calls for good quality cocoa No telling how long it’ll last though. Like the frosting, you laid it on thick Then bolted out the fire escape— quick! This cake never was my flavor of choice I took a chance, believing your noise. Forget the ingredients wasted You're what I wish I never tasted. Red Velvet
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