Best
Served Cold
By:
Monica Renata
The dish they say is best served cold
That dagger stained with hate
The vicious look in your big bright eyes
That look of disgust on your face
To wish upon someone’s demise
Yet not utter a single word to speak
But someday you will get them back
For then, you will let your actions speak
Heart beating fiercely
No one sings kumbaya
Palms are getting sweaty
Trust in mankind is gone
A hearty soup that’s been iced down
A serving of maggoty cheese
Revenge is a dish best served cold
And so revolting that no one can eat
To wish upon someone’s demise
Yet not utter a single word to speak
But someday you will get them back
For then, you will let your actions speak
An aged knife I found in the house
A conscious that no longer thinks
I shall embark on my revenge
Cold Blooded is what they will call me
To wipe away your past sins
With your very own blood
The killer will never think he murders
For revenge is all he knows
