My Cup of Low-Budget Tea

Expectation for breakfast
Drank oozy teardrops of fireflight
Fahrenheit
Fight or flight
In spite of or despite
The brunch being adust friendship in the oven
Crunchy sweet bars with encrusted fear
Heartburn toppings of single regrets
Lunch is not over yet
Frustrations can't make you upset
If only they come as nutritious with phlegmatic distraught
Snacking invisible unnatainable okonomiyaki
For the dinner
I've tasted dying and it tasted good

Never too much
Never enough
Can't climb the fence
Fleeting attempt at discreet landfall
Won't catch you off the wall