Bread may be the Enemy

(mmmm delicious loaf, so evil and delicious, i had to let my sense of humor out somewhere!)

I think bread may be the enemy
loaf waltzing in
a dinner of crisps and blood
where to begin

lucky i kept it
locked and lost
so even it's wafting scent
wouldn't cause me to give in

poets chanting spells
of love and hate
these old druids and their ways
we long forgot, but always sought

lucky i kept it
locked and lost
so it's delicious texture
would tempt me not

then why keep company
with the baker
if his wares destroy you

why keep company
of the poets
if their rhymes implore you

i think bread is the enemy
i'll tend these waters with care
i think bread is the enemy
it's time to do what i wouldn't dare

lucky i kept it
locked and lost

the glories of
the passage of time
to reveal, what truly is
what truly shall be
as to last, and to be what
it boils down to,
an essence

i'll tend these waters with care.


~K