Fallen Skillet Anthem (This Pan Is Not Ready For Eggs)

Scorched and blackened, this pan's demise, unfit for breakfast, hear my cries A metal vessel for yolks to fry, contempt for non-stick, in my eyes Rusted edges, worn-out sheen, in this kitchen, king dethroned unseen Look upon this failed cuisine, a culinary reject, so obscene You try and try to cook so clean, it sickens me! I'll stay silent on this no more Burnt and beaten, this once proud pan Tainted iron, meal plans unplanned Eggs once golden now stick and tear Cries of frustration fill the air Screaming skillet, curse this cookware’s fight Frying failure, nothing's right Blackened armor bears the scars, a warrior falls beneath the stars Chipped and flaking, its glory fades, the battle's lost in morning raids Echoes in the kitchen hall, a warrior's rally, a final call Through scorching flame and searing heat, 'tis but the pan that knows defeat [Chorus] Burnt and beaten, this once proud pan Tainted iron, meal plans unplanned Eggs once golden now stick and tear Cries of frustration fill the air Screaming skillet, curse this cookware’s fight Frying failure, nothing's right Once a shield in the breakfast clash Fallen hero, now just ash Valiant once, its sheen betrayed In the sink, its blade to fade With each scratch, a story told Of morning feasts that broke the mold