Chef’s Special

Sitting here, feeling kind of crazy
Recalling all of the lies he fed her
She chewed and swallowed it all
As he seasoned each lie better each time

The delicious taste of deceit on her taste buds
Never tasted sweeter, than when he spoon fed her
Sometimes, she would choke trying to swallow
But of course, he always had water ready

One night, she sat down in bed
Indulging her brain in his book of lies
Oh, you better believe it
He made sure to enrich her mind too

Pages after pages, she couldn’t close the book
As she read in disbelief
Until she reached the very last line
Oh the torture she endured

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