People are like eggs in more ways than one.
They can be all different colors on the outside;
Brown, white, even rainbow.
But when you crack one open,
They’re all gross.
They also go through a long process to be ready.
Eggs are cleaned, rolled, and transported.
It’s a wonder they don’t all just
The same goes for humans.
People are pushed through extruders
And shoved into molds
To be transformed into
The “perfect” person.
How people walk around,
With smiles on their plastic faces
Is one of the world’s greatest mysteries.
When baking, the chef
Will separate out the part of the egg
That he deems usable.
People treat themselves as eggs in this way,
Trashing the part of themselves
That they don’t want others to use.
They sift out the clear, bland outer layer,
For the bright and exuberant center.
Or they suck out the middle with a turkey baster,
But when they look back,
There’s nothing left.