Oh Bread!

Alec Higgins, Staff Writer

Your oh so crisp sounds when you are broke
Right out of the oven and entrancing life
But alas you do not last forever with a knife
Yet people still cover you up like a joke
And sometimes I thought they misspoke
And yet we still throw you to the birdlife
With no consideration to your midlife
Because they think you might make them croak

So I have a solution for you hypocrites
Who defile my bread with your hands
So run and find your precious bunny
To those who are my culprits
To satisfy your filthy glands
While I sit and eat my bread with honey