Can a cookie aspire to be a renegade?

Mmmm it’s a lil soggy in the center…kinda chewy and doughy…crumbly crisp all around…sweet. Soft tongue lapping about amidst the 32…that’s what a half-baked cookie =

Do half-baked cookies make the display? Do half-baked cookies gel with the palate? No. Half-baked cookies are for the taster, to be chewed well and dismissed and dispensed…a watery turnout…out with a sputter.

Well, I got time to rhyme so…aside *How on @#$%^& earth?!*

Gingerbread boy was a hero. Hmmm…but then of course tis just fantasy. Half-baked is subjective.

Would it be termed defensive to fantasize that there is an Island as in Huxley’s ‘Brave New World’ for the queer ones, the ones out of line, the ones who ‘think’. Or that ‘half-bakeds’ are in fact a highly intelligent species grappling with myriad things and non-things just cause they got a humongous appetite to do so. Sounds a wee bit like schizos (?) Or is this all just escapism? Or is it assertion of individuality?

Or maybe I’m blowing it out of proportion cause the half-bakedness I’m referring to is pockmarked…has craters of indiscipline, lack of focus, fragmented drive, dreams, muddled assumptions of means and ends (maybe, maybe not), irresponsibility, impulses, fear, insecurities…man the amount of words that start with the letter ‘I’!

Maybe Time will tell. Maybe it’s still in the oven. Maybe the electricity just went kaput…maybe it will be back in 5 minutes and it will go on baking till it’s brown and brittle in the centre. But till then, if a half-baked cookie = tongue among the 32, it’s definitely something to reckon with. Maybe the next will be Jack-of-all-trades.

Amateur baker! Stick a fork in and check it out! If baked (gradations vary…maybe this one’s a chocolate chip) then fucking be.