Liar

In my kitchen of emotions
and thoughts
I will mix one part truth serum
with three parts sugar
If I heat them up to the right temperature
It will dissolve the bitter
They should marry into a sweet flavor
Of obtuse honesty to savor
 
I have tried offering straight pieces of kale,
cinnamon, cranberries or brussel sprouts
But no one can eat these straight
And their mouths shrivel up and make them pout
As a gourmet chef i create something tasty
For the palette to enjoy and linger
And scrape the bottom of the bowl with their finger
 
But my cooking is designed around my tastes
and not yours
Those flavors of right and wrong are just seasoning for each argument
I find sweet goes down easier
My stomach is turning in knots
And in my cabinet I have one bitter pill left
I think I need to take this one straight.