Breakfast Ain'T Eggs Benedict That Is For Sure

BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE You can arise whenever you choose to And that’s why I’m so jealous of you You can eat whatever you pick out As for my breakfast there ain’t any doubt I know precisely what will be on my metal tray Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm such as a shawl Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me And so did my being free But powder and pain brought me here And here I’ll stay year after year I receive opened and censored letters in my mail The missives people send me here in jail © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~