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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 2, 2010

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