Disgusting

I stay up

’til three am

composing

and cutting

and pasting,

and the next morning

when I come downstairs,

Walt has cooked breakfast,

which is great

’cause I’m starving,

and I love

scrambled eggs,

grits, and

turkey sausage,

but it’s also not so great

’cause now

I gotta watch him

mix it all together

in a bowl and

eat it.