Recipe

For disaster.

Take two table spoons of inadequacy

Fold.

Slowly with a questionable sense of humour.

Before mixing in the mustard.

Doesn’t cut it-

fine

Slice

Contempt.

Next, add a pinch

of paranoia before

reducing,

to a jus

of self-righteous indignation.

Blend with

a hard pill to swallow.

Before baking

and placing in a basket

case.

Sprinkle with a generous amount of

self pity.

For best results.

Serve cold.

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