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I woke up the other day
I woke up the other day
to find
insecurity had made me breakfast
the toast was burnt from doubt
the egg of esteem was runny
the sausages of belief rolled off my plate
the capability beans shrivelled.
you wouldn't envy the position
why would you?
my coffee had the skin of loathing over it
I was nearly sick
I have consumed too much of this food for far too long
I'm hungry for a cooked consolation
and it not always coming round,
I sleep in.
to find
insecurity had made me breakfast
the toast was burnt from doubt
the egg of esteem was runny
the sausages of belief rolled off my plate
the capability beans shrivelled.
you wouldn't envy the position
why would you?
my coffee had the skin of loathing over it
I was nearly sick
I have consumed too much of this food for far too long
I'm hungry for a cooked consolation
and it not always coming round,
I sleep in.
Published 16th Apr 2013
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Anonymous
16th Apr 2013 7:51pm
awesome the way you laid this one out..when breakfast tastes like that-time for some changes!
This is a little poetic gem-great write scott
This is a little poetic gem-great write scott
19th Sep 2013 4:17am
Just plain awful, the breakfast that is.
"my coffee had the skin of loathing over it"
Impressive love.
"my coffee had the skin of loathing over it"
Impressive love.
