nothing like buttered bread

nothing like buttered bread poem by steven james humphreys

crazy old Fred

slathers toasted bread with butter

silly thoughts pass

through his head

like no other

covers his head

with his hands

in dread and loneliness

looking out

his wet

steamed up window

he wisely knows

through bitter tears

they no longer

laugh

done

and

dead.

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