Another Morning
 

As bacon spits on tender skin

the sun climbs weary from the sea

so breakfast rituals begin

 

Our tempers are already thin

so tired and cold, we disagree

as bacon spits on tender skin

 

We recollect our every sin

and trot them out in litany

so breakfast rituals begin

 

I seek a quiet place within

just for the sake of harmony

as bacon spits on tender skin

 

The silence louder than the din

of dishes in cacophony

so breakfast rituals begin

 

It’s easier to let you win

than argue again endlessly

as bacon spits on tender skin

so breakfast rituals begin