Bri Barte - Bad Egg

I never was one
To put all my eggs in one basket
I designed my perfect house
All weight-bearing walls

It seems I'm white rapids
Ripping through ancient stone
It seems the engineers
Did the math wrong

How could a great bridge
Falter and dissolve?
How come we never hear
The call of the dove?

Now she's pecking
At my head of straw

It's mostly hot air
But bugs live up there
Feast away my friend
You've worked up an appetite

I sulk in the seething desire
As my thoughts percolate
Around like a smoking fire
Stoke, stoke, stoke the fire

Agitate me, once more
You'll get just what you asked for
Nine different baskets
Each adorned with a bad egg

Written by:
Brianna Bartelt

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