Fake like mayonnaise

White and gooy,

It'll kill you ,

If not refrigerated,

It'll make you fat,

It will make it greasy,

But to be honest,

This is not the worst of it.

The worst is the coverup,

The low expectations,

The failure to do something more,

The bad taste after,

Dip stuff in it,

Slather it,

But at best,

It and me,

Are just a shitty condiment,

Made of old eggs,

Oil,

And a hint, of something better,

Something that could have been,

Something golden but only a glimpse,

Mustard.

My soul doesn't measure up to that..