My Need to feed is great
But cannot be fulfilled with food on my plate
My prayers are answered when you came to me irate
Angry, disgruntle throwing words filled with hate
Innuendos full of slang and sentences full of pain.

I patiently wait for your anger to subside
Knowing already you committed lyrical suicide
Just as you finish spewing and get a sense of relief
I excitedly take my tongue out its sheath

I have chosen my words while you ranted and raved
All the while knowing my intent to leave you dazed
Words you will hear now but feel later
For this conversation only to you I cater

Prepared and well seasoned over the years
Able to withstand the biggest of your tears
What I need to say is tailor made for your ears
And I highly doubt it will calm your fears

Now that I have spoken and put you in your place 
Giving you a hefty dose much more than a taste
I know your future words to me will never be in haste

Because a good roast is like food 
It’s best to not waste…