The Futility of Breakfast

A deep insight into the struggle of life and the decisions we must make in the face of adversity.

The Futility of Breakfast

By Clarence Earl

The jar is empty

So too is my heart,

Scraped and scraped Used over and over Until nothing is left I am a shell My soul has been taken Never to be returned back What use am I now? What purpose do I serve? 

For the jar is empty And so too is my life,

Colour has left it Now translucent A ghost of what once was I shall sit In a dark place Never looked at Never touched One day I will merely be thrown away

For the jar is empty And so too is my soul,

How the f**k am I supposed to have toast? For the jar is empty And that b***h ate the last of my Nutella