Whose bread is this?
Sliced and prepackaged, fresh and neat; is it for you or me to eat?
In whose domain claims this whole wheat grain?
I saw it first and what's worse is you didn't seem to care until you saw
the twist-tie laying over there.
I relinquish and let you have the first slice; what wasn't nice my friend
was leaving me the butted end of the loaf, you ravenous oaf.
Whose bread was this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem