Breadrolls of Mass Obstruction (A Not-Sonnet) Date: Tuesday, 3rd July 2007 @ 11:20:53 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: skyhawk432 You're mounting shotgun on the Bread-Line. Car- tel Kalashnikovs and another crime seeps through the pans and pots of bureaucrats with satchel packs inside the mortar grind. Leavened lechers knead the simple sum. Cir- cumnavigated arms deal the boxed Tums to the bloated bourgeoisie with dull wives holding knives to the bakery man's bum. Piggy Patty wants her rye cooked high. No- vel and supreme with a big wedge of Brie; she wants to smuggle contraband with haste before her tasteful wheat crust becomes dry. Before your fiber-mine bakes too fatal you chuck it to the mid-table's cradle. This poem is Copyright © skyhawk432 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=135688