Distortion

This pudding tastes of anger
And this meat it tastes of woe
Hard won was my talent
But it’s all so long ago

Nothing tastes as it should with misdeeds and disseat
The elements they hold no charm when burned with searing heat
Hearts turn cold when tested by the grinder
Brains scattered and liver chopped
foul taste as a reminder

The taste once sweet is gone
The fair earths now a pile
Distorted are my memories
I’ll lay low a while