You loved me so much
I was culinary gold
Squeezed me into a container
Shoved me into the cold

You tried to preserve me
In my original state
In hopes that tomorrow
I would still be as great

When you opened me up
Absolutely disgusted
That I was not as hot
As the meal you requested

So it was back to the fridge
The back of the shelf
Where I sat for weeks
Rotting in on myself

And you finally came back
To my frigid exile
To see if my taste
Was still worth your while

I have just hit rock’s bottom
Covered in blue and white fuzz
I smell like dead bodies
Not the meal I once was

So you threw me out
On the curb, to the dump
That’s where I am today
A rotten moldy lump

If you had just eaten me
That one fateful day
We would be together
And it wouldn’t be this way