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Dear Betty

Dear Betty,

The instructions on
the angel food cake
indicate errors I'm likely to make.

In future,
do you think you would mind
making directions a little more kind?

Instill a sense of "you can do this!"
Not "don't mess up,
it'll taste like piss."

And wtf IS an angel food pan?
I didn't realize I'd have to plan.
To bake a cake right from the box.
It's harder than breaking into
Fort Knox.

Now I wait
with the timer counting 37.
In hopes to create
a cake from heaven.

But if it's bad,
I'll blame your writers.
For making baking harder
than changing tires.

Betty Crocker Angel Food cake mix

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knowingly. She
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Is she one of us?
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the Devil laid on me.
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