Wonder or Whole Wheat
White bread, all soft and gooie,
so good to eat
I tear the crust from the edges
and mold the center to what I want,
what I think I need.
My lover, aloof and handsome,
so very pleasing to the eye
I dig down deeper and find
nothing
nothing worth keeping
Now, whole wheat, that's something else.
Course, and slightly crunchy,
it leaves a sweet aftertaste that nourishes
the body.
My soul knows the difference,
why can't my mind catch up?
I'm hungry for a good substantial bread....
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