Healthy Breakfast

 

We are whimsy to the colorless,
Playthings to the skyline
My, how quickly
You put yourself in tiny geometric shapes
Milling away at this stone
That you are making into a Raphael
Bought from Hobby Lobby.
The grit is shaped into ceramics and sold as fine china
Milk never had this much sugar in it
Cacophony of cicadas eat at my bloodflow
I think about the tungsten lights
The drums beat and the girls sing
About how much they love you
They love you
They really do,
The night sky brightens to a fever pitch
And I am heir to the throne.