Breakfast of the Gods

See sick Weetabix breakdance

on psychedelic tablecloths.

Shredded wheat surrender

their firstborn to the old gods.

Gangs of insane Danish pastries

are beating down the door.

Honey Monster's in a coma,

passed out naked on the floor.

Hovis cuts itself into slices

while kettle boils with rage.

Cockerel crows in cornflake dawn.

Hail Breakfast's golden age!

B.R. 27.01.2023

HM in happier times