• The oil sputters, spits, and spirals off the frying pan.
    It performs a fuming dance on the fiery path to freedom.
    The drop would’ve broke away from the buttons of oil,
    But a mound of potatoes barred the way to liberation.

    The poor marshmallows are heard saying their prayers
    Before they are burnt up as a sacrifice to the humans.
    The marshmallows are cherubs in ecstasy
    As they smolder in the blazing heat.

    A lady in an apron
    Towers over the big kitchen oven,
    Taking out a freshly baked cake
    Out of the scorching space.

    She grasps the brother and sister frosting,
    While they gasped pitifully.
    But the end came eventually,
    And the siblings were constricted.

    One little kernel of corn, shrieking.
    Two carrots are sliced into shreds, screeching.
    Three banana peels are flung in the trash, wailing.
    What is the world we live in?