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....