This is my realm – you have no voices here
I am the master and commander of this kitchen that you smear
This rating hopes to deter my food preparation
But the county’s health code is written in fear and trepidation
they think that I’ll go quietly but they’re mistaken
I have nothing to lose, my resolve is unshaken
One last meal is what I’ll make in my forbidden kingdom
All they see is ragged run down walls
Taking all that’s left of my sustenance compendium
My final culinary haul
Brings me to where I stand – a broken desolate man
Whose wish is simply to retain my home
And spend my time preparing dishes only I can
To deny me borders on the profane
A final feast for all my friends
With special ingredients if you made no amends
A tragic loss of life it’ll be
But it pales in comparison to all that I see
The anger of this cruel injustice
You might say is too much but I feel defined by it
My detractors fall and I feel no remorse
It’s what they deserve for what they’ve done