Poetry by Kag

Oh how to be exact

Why do you elude me

To be just a fact

Something I want to see

To not be a guess

To be just the same

It's all just a mess

It is such a shame

Ingredients just so

Temperature set right

The box lets me know

The parameters are tight

I can not cook

But I can grill

Unless from a book

Very stressful still

I wish it was better

I wish I could

Yet right to the letter

Like everything should

My numbers all make sense

My concepts are so true

Why I am so tense

Why I can't see it through

I start a second guess

Worried something's wrong

Is it more or less

Has it been too long

To be exact like me

And not from a book

You won't want to be

Just hire a cook

- Kagrenac