Judgement Day
Everyday when you get out of bed
There's a beckoning call that longs to be fed
It's plate's made of covetous and crisp bacon of shame
The cross-cut toast spread with crass a melancholy so lame
Berries and cream band together as a team
As the banana for your Kellogg's picture perfect for the frame
The oats and honey yet earthy, sweet and plenty
Conject ad hominems thought by them to be so cunning
Wash it down with cold milk undeserving guilt sets in
And the lies of the many become the life you live in....
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