Between two loaves dies
A toyish tomato slice
The ketchup couldn’t suffice
So I was killed thrice.

Loud is your empty voice
You left me with no choice
So I sat with my fake poise
Amidst your broken toys.

I became one too
When bled the morning dew
Your fingers forcing me to
Smush faces with you.

When I said no
I could feel the strong blow
The pain wasn’t too low
Did you break my toe?

Alas, the sky is red
And is the body dead?
Breathing loaves of bread
Are going back to bed.

And I shut my tired eyes
Hearing quarrels go by
There is no starry sky
To lift me up so high.

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