This bread isn't just flour
Mashed by heavy water balls,
Drooling from the kneading knuckles of Mama
And it's aroma of the oven's vomit.
No, not this bread
Not of Mama Rashida's canteen,
Where 8am news hover silently,
The morning rush pauses for this swallow
As 'ewa agoin' keeps the scores.
No, Not that bread
How about the surge of buy at Johnson junction,
That clouds your view? Thanks to the potholes,
The array of breads to choose when you travel.
No, not this bread
Made of ever, not flour
Meant to secure the future, not just satisfy the present
Bread of life, sold free, less hassle.
Of a sweet delight, strength yielded,
Brand name, Jesus
Awesome EmmyG salutes! Good evening😉
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