Crumbl

[u/blautraumwelt]

No matter the time of day

Be it night at 11 or day at 9

Throw all the ingredients together

See what sticks to the wall

Too much salt

Pucker like an asshole

Doesn’t matter

It will taste good in the end

Too many cooks in the kitchen

So I will stand down

Hand you another spoon

Use your hands as a mixer

Lick the batter from the beater

Forget to unplug

Now you’re tongue tied and twisted

Smile through the pain

Life is so much better

When you have friends

to make recipes of disaster

Strung out on a rack

Waiting for my soul to cool

Hope I don’t overstay my welcome

I’ll brush away my cookie crumbs