my Words my song
Bread - Poem by my Words my song
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?
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