I don't want to be lectured

I like to burn my food up

Flames baptise the filth of plastic surfaces

That has migrated onto my precious natural ingredients

I could never live with someone

Who didn't enjoy scorched and burnt foods as much as me

Well fired rolls and burnt ends

Another burnt dish from another place

There have been malicious studies

That discredited heavily carbonised foods as carcinogenic

But it didn't put me off

One needs to enjoy life

And my only access route to blissful enjoyment is those burnt foods

The taste, the tang of flame-kissed natural fibres

Frozen at the moment of their incineration is, is what I live for

Evil Evil Idiot