Melted butter on bread. I sit at the dining table disturbed By the blatant insult of the food Staring at me with glistening eyes. Bread and butter, again? You have pushed your freedom, Cook! You think you can drown Me in your tray of butter- Smeared food? No, No, don't utter Another word; no more False praises and filthy excuses. I've become wise and now I know Broth from butter. Remove the apron and leave! Do not linger anymore, Exit and take your buttered snacks That you fed me with every day, Turning my brains to grease. A week without butter Made me desperate, I hadn't become wise; Big surprise! The jar of half-empty butter Seemed to sneer, “Old habits die hard, Burying them alive Doesn't mean they will die” Melted butter on bread. I sit at the dining table disturbed By the blatant insult of the food Staring at me with glistening eyes.