The Cake is a Trap

Ten cakes on a table, ten cakes for our meals
ten cakes in all shapes, with icings and frills

but one of these cakes is no cake it all
underneath all that icing, its dog poop I smell

its a modern process, the waiter informed
dog poop to angelfood, its been magically transformed!

I stood there dumbfounded, speechless and stunned
I stood there too long, till all the real cakes were gone

my friend, this is bullshit, I will not eat one bite
he said: no its dog shit, then winced at his slight

I ate no cake or sweets the rest of that night
suffice it to say, I misplaced my appetite

cake into dog poop, I think that is fine
but feces in my food? now that is a crime!

I confronted the chef who was unapologetic
he said I was rude, intolerant, pathetic

the chef and his friends think they can win this game
they're wrong; they can't make me think its the same

You can cover it with icing and lie to my face
but no one can take dog poo and convince me its cake