Breakfast With Jose

Eating Frosted Flakes

With chocolate syrup

It tastes gr-r-reat

I ponder my fate to the sound of crunching

I guess just this once you can know what I’m munching

I have a hunch, a series of them

Should I act on them or stick to the rational

Sometimes I really don’t know

I just go

with the Flow

The flow, with it

I go

Ya know?