A Recipe for a Delicious Disaster

A stick of butter, and a block of chocolate;
Interject your little point of view, before you start to bake.
A tiny drop of venom, and an ignorant opinion.
Pour the melted liquid out, and prepare your tears, 'cause you'll be the one to cut the onion.

You'll need a spoonful of confusion, and a sprinkle of salt,
An eighth-pound of beef and a deep lasting hatred because it's someone else's fault.
Get mad at everything and let your rage flow,
It's better to just fold it into the batter, you know.

Prepare your balsamic reduction;
And keep your arguments in production.
If it boils until it's burnt, you've gone too far,
But that's fine. I don't mind a bit of char.

Finally, place down your steak and your corn on the cob,
Vote for your master and pray to your god,
I'm sure your view on such an issue is perfectly valid;
Let's get to the spice, and skip the tossed salad.

So let the sauce cool, and pour it over carefully,
The steak needs flavor, or it'll be tasteless and chewy.
The corn should be buttered, however, throw the whole thing out.
This entire meal's actually disgusting, but don't pout.

As long as we've got each other, at least one of us won't stave.