Scrambled.
 

I've cracked a few
eggs
in my time.
They were about the size of
your eyes.
And they never really meant much to me.
And they never meant much to me.
And they never meant much.
And they never.
I never.
We weren't more than that, those bubbling eggs
on the griddle's surface,
popping and sizzling beneath the bacon's
fat.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,
but it's dinnertime.
And the toast is burnt.

What kind of feed are you looking for?

This was dope. Enjoyed the poem from start to finnish.

Don't know if I understood it completely, but this seems to me that you're speaking of a relationship that isn't exactly serious from your part, but it is from her. However, it seems to be developing either way as you've already reached the stage where it gets serious and you haven't reached that point yet. Truly a poem that shows the differences in emotions in the start of a relationship, or the feelings that surround a relationship of the kind you're talking about in the poem.

Enjoyed it. If you plan to write more poems I'm definitely looking forward to them. Well done.

Reminds me stylistically of the poem 'like a flower in the rain' but the content is more conservative here. Perhaps you could have been even more minimalist with the language (thought the popping and sizzling part was the least effective, couldn't explain why though). The ending was nice.

Indeed the ending was very good

I felt it in my loins

A tingle

Such an intense repertoire of extension you seem to be having here. The ending as stated was well rehearsed. Kudos

Hi I am mid herd of the sheeple, this was different and weird but had all the components for enjoyment and a cute ending.

I liked this one. Obviously.