Cook it

storm and surge of flame from under grill
cabbage patch filled the floor, till the end
tonight is hard to overcome
tonight is hard to overcome

the witch is casting a serious spell
the incubus borns of lid of a pot

don't cook it. don't cook it. don't cook it
If i don't eat, i'll be got a black eye

there's carbonized and charred swordfish
there's dried up sausage casing
jelly-like pasta and cryptid's flesh
didn't think it would end up like this

If i don't eat, i'll be got a black eye
she said“Don't you feel like a grown-up when you cook?”

To eat, or not to eat