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Breakfast
If you are what you eat, what are you if you’re starving?
It’s easy to eat breakfast
Put food into your mouth
It’s flapjacks in the north woods
and cornbread in the south
It’s kippers in the UK
Croissants in gay “Paree”
It’s Pop-Tarts almost anywhere
Wheatgrass in the OC
Wherever we awaken
Our noses sniff for bacon
And coffee perk, perk, perking, in the pot
For some, it’s poi or soy, plantain
Oatmeal with the works or plain
Sugar, lemon, honey, milk
Cocoa, tea, or soy-based Silk
It doesn’t matter who we are, the language that we speak
As soon as we awaken, it’s food our bodies seek
If we’ve been true and we’ve been good
If we’ve done all we could or should
Or if our lives are very sad
And so, we spend to not feel bad
None can refuse the urge to feed
It is a basic human need