Breakfast
Satisfaction
and pride accutely tied
by a vain measurement
that often lies between the self
and every thing
one forgets to mention
and include and
every one without whom
one searches and finds only
pride strung to some measure
of the satisfied.
There is nothing really
like a hot tea and soft
boiled eggs on
a crunchy cracker
for settling those messy
matters of the mind.
