Breakfast

This is another one griping about the food on the '96 Deployment.

For powdered egg omelets,
I sit here and wait,
Hoping the food will be
Hotter than the plate.

I can cook eggs,
It's not that hard,
But my arteries are
From all of the lard

There are no clean forks,
I feel like a buffoon
As I sit here eating my
Omelet with a spoon.

The cooks find all of
Our comments a pain
But if the food were better
We wouldn't complain.

The french toast looks good,
I don't believe my eyes,
But then edible food
Should not be a surprise.

The juice is disgusting,
And call this a hunch,
The food probably won't
Be any better at lunch.