breakfast AIN'T eggs BENEDICT THAT'S FOR SURE

BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE


You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t any doubt

I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm such as a shawl

Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free

But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

~free cee!~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
THEY SERVED CALVES LIVER AT LEAST TWO TIMES A WEEK AND IT WAS
RIGHT NEAR WHERE TIMOTHY LEARY WAS STAYING
FOR THE SUMMER UP-STATE N.Y.

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jazzy75
Freedom is most desired when lack is experienced....something many take for granted most of the time.hug
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