Pastry Fibbs
the cake is a lie but the pie isn't fake
I assure myself as i cut a slice to take
alas, it's crumbly crust was but a hollow pastiche
oh my god, it's a fucking quiche
savory not sweet, a slice that’s nice for sure
but expecting something else you’re apt to spit it on the floor
total egg on your face, met with shells dripped on your shoe
abandon it, quick! looks like another pie is due
One of the first (or at least, earliest surviving) poems I wrote outside of school assignments, probably circa 2019-2020. You can tell it's an early one because it has not one but two video game references and has no (intended) deeper meaning, though I think you can probably glean one or two metaphors out of it.