Rotten Eggs.

"The Breakfast Chronicles."

I don’t want to wait
for tomorrow,
for money to borrow,
for an end to my sorrow;
for happiness,
for your cattiness,
for an old boy’s manliness;
 
I don’t want to wait
for a new look,
for the end of this book,
for the heart that you took;
for his last name,
for whom to blame,
for my chance at fame;
 
I don’t want to wait
for another prick,
for your movie pick,
for you to stop being a dick;
for magical powers,
for a gift of flowers,
for-after you ‘hit the showers’;
 
I don’t want to wait
for my candied cotton,
for these eggs to go rotten,
for the wallet you’ve forgotten;
for a chance,
for another glance,
for you to ask me to dance;
 
I don’t want to wait
for a groom,
for full bloom,
for another room;
for our dream house,
for people to call me your spouse,
for-you promised me a new blouse;
 
I don’t want to wait
for applause,
for a probable cause,
for presents from Santa Claus;
for eternal life,
for lovers’ strife,
for a chance under the knife;
 
I don’t want to wait
for a cleaner slate,
for another chicken plate,
for you to ask me on another date;
for death,
for deep breath,
for an early grave-like Beth…