the loneliest bagel
once, we were six
all stacked in our sack
the closest of friends there could be
but each one got picked made into a snack and now all that’s left is just me
their scent lingers still a strong onion smell that oft makes me tear up and wail
i fear that i will stay trapped in this cell til time, and fresh air, turn me stale
but each one got picked made into a snack and now all that’s left is just me
their scent lingers still a strong onion smell that oft makes me tear up and wail
i fear that i will stay trapped in this cell til time, and fresh air, turn me stale