Stale bread

There’s a trick to mending
stale bread
But not for the kind
that’s in your head

It takes more than moisture
to fix your noggin
Gotta get it out quick
might help to go bloggin

One dried out piece
can cause much strife
Might need to dig it out
with a wedge or a knife

The skull might crack
but the mind won’t fail
Tied to the heart
though it’s not as frail

Once the ration is plucked
you’ll feel much better
Traipsing through life
now unfettered

But a boy who clings
to stale bread
Well in his mind
he’s already dead

© 2026 Michelle Cook


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Glass houses

angry

He lived in a small glass house
Ruled by an ill-tempered wife
She strangled all his passions
And battered him with strife

But one day she struck him
A little bit too hard
And now their tiny house
Is nothing but fractured shards

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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