Challenge
Poetic Licence to Kill
Recent entries and comments sparked me again to sabotage my own poetry. So the challenge is to part write something poetic, but at appropriate times destroy its rhythm or rhyme. I found this challenging (it probably shows ha ha!) but it's a really good mental exercise to deliberately take yourself out of the flow!
Kitchen Life
You want it to be organized,
Your prep lined up in rows.
Each dice and cut the perfect size,
And service time just flows.
But one little error can descend to anarchy.
That customer is celiac,
And this bread’s not gluten free!
You donkey! Start again!
You race to do another plate.
It’s criminal to make them wait.
Head down and hope they don’t complain.
And get your rhythm back again.
But then somebody burns the steak,
And you’re almost out of lava cake!
The bills are coming in like mad.
Noise. Chaos. Where’s my prep cook!
Damn it. I quit!!