Eggs

Do you realize the pressure and the stress?
On a dozen eggs sitting in their egg case,
Every morning another one disappears,
Leaving a gap that is impossible to miss,
Turned into an omelette or sunny side up,
Next to the salad before the coffee cup,
Every time the cover swings open – panic,
You may compare the situation to the Titanic,
Just put yourself in their shoes check it out,
We started together twelve on the same route,
Next morning we were eleven then ten then nine,
After a week, we knew we die for someone to dine,
We die hard-boiled, soft, fried, poached, beaten,
Either way we eventually end up – being eaten,
xox
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