When my toast is down it feels ejected
rice krispies make a krinkly sound
it’s their bacon impression…

My fruit loops are whatever they wanna be
floating in a milky foam
like spaceships stuck in liquid gravity
My breakfasts seem to…

Express themselves
my cornflakes express themselves
my pancakes express themselves
my coffee cakes express themselves

Oh my poor waffle
it’s pressed in tiny squares
my vacuum-packed burrito
just wants a breath of air

My egg yolk’s losing its identity
it’s naked without a shell
scrambled out of touch with reality

My breakfasts seem to express themselves…