Take a sip
From the chalice of frustration.
Breathe in
The sweet scent of depression.
A slice of sleep deprivination,
A dash of anxiety,
And just a inch of inconsolabitily.
Take a pound of grieving;slice and dice,
Until it holds a form that you despise.
Squeeze in the anguish,
A flavor that will never vanish.
Just put some turmoil and despair as garnish.
And thus, you've made The Perfect Dish.
