The party’s over; it’s a new day.
Sunshine glints off the leftover tray.
Stumbling past all of last night’s mess,
your eyes rest on what will fill you best:
Cake breakfast
cake breakfast
cake breakfast.
Not nutritious but quite delicious!
Cake breakfast
cake breakfast
cake breakfast.
Even better the second day.

Some crust is in your eyes as well as on your table.
You try to clean the place up just as much as you are able. But every dozen minutes you just need a lie-down
and some sugar in your system to make diabetics frown.
Cake breakfast
cake breakfast
cake breakfast.
Every bite so dashing – though of course you’ll soon be crashing. Cake breakfast
cake breakfast
cake breakfast.
The diet of Marie Antoinette.

Remember New Years?
The world was full of potential,
and you were full of piss and vinegar,
swearing this was the year you’d get it right.
You’d get clean. You’d stop partying so heartily
get on a steady diet
and become the man you always knew you could be.
Do you remember all that optimism?

The moon’s coming up; the whole day has been shot.
Still you thank the presidents, cuz that party was Hot!
You wish you could accomplish more and be less of a sinner
but there’s still a third a cake left – and THAT’S what’s for dinner. Cake breakfast
cake breakfast
cake breakfast.
You feel groggy; you feel low key. Your stomach grumbles. You feel pokey. Cake breakfast
cake breakfast
cake breakfast.
Something’s got to change.