Poetry Bread Thread

GiveBread

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This Is my thread. Its a thread about bread
If you dislike bread, Ill shoot you in the head
That was a joke, man. Don't Call the Feds
I would never pull a gun and pump you full of lead.
On a serious note however, I had a wife once, and you know what she said;
I'm leaving you, [NAME REDACTED] for your obsession with bread.
That [Don't Disrespect Women] Took the kids, and away from here she sped.
I'm paying $587,000 a week in childcare, the mafia wants my head.
I'm deep in dept, and I just sold house and bed.
Time to change my name, move to Canada, and start a new life!
NO MORE DREAD!
 
At long last, I've found you, GiveBread;
I'm with the mafia, there's quite a price on your head
I'm thinking, maybe I should put a bullet in that head
and split the bread with my cousin Mario (and not the one who wears red);
Once you're dead, I'll finally afford a new Ferrari for my shed
And you'll see me racing more than a white biker skinhead;
It's time to settle debt the old fashioned way, with lead
No maple syrup for you, now pay up or underground will be your new bed
 
In legends of old, of times before mine
I've heard tale of what lies within dead threads,
Not of poetry, writ for the divine
But for mortal men and their mortal breads.

An immortal symbol, baked of mere grain.
They sang of peace and land; sang of conquest.
They wept bitter tears; their songs were in vain,
For life without bread... Cruel infinite jest.

With bread, every man could live, each may die
All is held in the balance, all is grey
And in the mind's depth, what's writ cannot lie;
Bread's benevolence, to that we must pray.

The legends of old, of bread and of life
Matter not at all to poetry's strife.
 
Hands up mafia man, I’m with the feds.
You’re not innocent either, man of bread
You have a warrant for your arrest because you didn’t show up in court
For the millions you owe in child support.
It took a lot of convincing to stop your ex-wife from making you dead
She really did want to slice off your head.
Now c’mon, to jail with you bread man
You can try to run, but I’ll catch you if I can.

(So this turned into a collaborative poetry thread. Neat.)
 
Yo dude look there is the bread-man with a cop
Should have cooled down on the bread, but bread-man can't stop
Ye you're right let's get closer, we can easily eavesdrop
If we get close enough perhaps the bread we can swap
For something far less valuable, a decoy, a prop
And then we'll head on over to the pawnshop
There we'll trade it for dough and we'll be back on top
 

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