Wanna Have A Bite?

I am finally alive,

Hot and fresh out of the oven.

I have got cheese all over me.

I have got ketchup within me.

Initially I wasn't like this,

Cause I was no where to be seen.

The chef made me into this,

On the demand of customers dying to eat.

Flour was kneaded into a dough,

With force and pressure to reach chef's indirect goal.

The dough was then flattened into a circle.

No other shape cause I wasn't the one choosing,

I was turning into the shape the chef's hands were moving.

Spicy sauce was spread all over me,

Followed by ketchup and all other basic ingredients.

Veggies were put on the top in an unorganised order,

Followed by seasoning and lots of cheese over my body's model.

Sometimes I got lucky to have meat over my model,

But that still wasn't decided by me but by the customers in the hotel.

They choose whatever they wanted and chef made what he was asked for,

I served to them the way I was forced to,

I ended up getting swallowed and vanished like I was supposed to.

Well the final stage began when I was covered with whatever was asked before, 

I went into the oven where I was cooked until brown and melted for the customers to eat and probably order more.

I am for sure 100% delicious in taste,

Cause my demand increases everyday.

Me and my siblings go through this on a regular basis,

Until each one ended up going inside the customer's stomach and coming out in the form of faeces.