How’d Yours Turn Out?

The real fun would be to wake up
And realize it was a game,
Or not quite a game, a project,

Something you were trying to make
In some other-dimensional
Shop or cooking class. You would need

To start with a living creature,
Which you’d been randomly assigned
And which you then had to fill up.

Stuff it, season it, make something
Of it, grow it from the inside
While keeping the whole thing going.

The real trip would be getting lost
In the project, becoming one
With the creature you’re maintaining.

Only when it’s over and done
Would you get to wake up and see
What you’d made of the recipe.

Then you could all tease each other
About the results, some gloating,
Mine turned out perfect after all.