Breakfast of Champions

Breakfast of Champions

Breakfast of Champions

Sipping spite from a coffee mug,
washing down the bitter reality,
chomping on a bacon, egg, and better days,
savoring the bowl of sugar frosted memories.

Buttering up a burnt out slice,
you’re making the best of everything,
playing chef with lukewarm left overs,
seasoning bland strained broth with
your dreams.


Mornin’, folks.  It’s especially on Monday’s when you have to scrape something nutritional together in the morning, mustering up the will to just get back at it for another week. Here’s to hoping that your Monday is mild, and the week goes quickly by!

8 responses

  1. Reblogged this on This is your real mother speaking… and commented:
    Perfect. 🙂

    1. Thank you for both the compliment and the reblog!

  2. Love how you structured the poem and word choice.

    1. Thank you 🙂 I played around with several word choices before settling on this guy so I’m really glad you enjoyed it!

    1. Thanks! I figured Monday morning poems need to be a simple as possible since the day is already complex enough 🙂

  3. Very nicely done.

    1. Thank you 🙂 I felt like it was time to get back to my shorter poems, and I’m really glad this one has gotten such a warm reception!

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