Written live on my Twitch stream (twitch.tv/meriamber) with lyric input from chat!

Bread is thin, I see some crust Burned to ash, blackened dust Avocado, slightly grey Not fresh, pre-smashed With lemon and hate

Salt and pepper but I see the grains They called it butter but it's margarine They whipped their feta into paste There's cracks in my soul and in my fate

Passed out on my plate Is this roadkill or brunch? Freshly cooked in the microwave And still it's overdone

The egg is poached, or so they say There is no drip, there's only pain Powdered yolk and rubber whites Side of mushrooms, out of sight One single sprout of parsley leaf Far from the herbs named in the brief My heart it bleeds, my veins run dry But not as dry as their rye

Passed out on my plate Is this roadkill or brunch? Freshly cooked in the microwave And still it's overdone

How can you expect a single slice To keep me from hunger, leave me satisfied I'm drowning in this hell And melted margarine as well The misery of your dill I'm broke Literally, I'm a millenial, this was my mortgage downpayment

Passed out on my plate Is this roadkill or brunch? Freshly cooked in the microwave And still it's overdone

Passed out on my plate Is this roadkill or brunch? Freshly cooked in the microwave And still it's overdone