Don'T Get Me Started On Milk

So is it just me or is toast weird bare with me so bakers train for years To produce these beautiful pillow bouncy castles of air caves surrounded by mouth crumbling battlements crusts that disintegrate at a tremble they learn to knead and squeeze and shape they have timings calculated and portioned preparations each grain of accounted salt well grain Through clear logos its ribbed edges flex So we take these baskets of art Take them home and sinisterly cut them in coffin oblongs and place them=wait for it in machines that will burn them until like slightly corroded stone tablets we have made them crunchy wait too crunchy lets slather them in gold drips sun bloomed fat drops how many times have you had a toastie which is only toasted on one side maybe we should call it a Toa lets call it a tie which toast came first the bread or the raising of the wine and why do we always cut it smaller people you cant live with them but you can hide within them and wait for them all to die now they say that we clink glasses because if your enemy has poisoned your drink any foamy overspill it will poison them friends so easily turn to fiends that softly hue of amber embers dripping with oil slick sunbeam strokes of summer bye going to make some weird toast