Man of Action

If I order an egg bite I get 
my own little fork 
    a disposable hand     that fits my right hand.

Reading its palm I see a short life. But a good one.

Focus. Focus. 

I'm telling you, I'm not sitting around see,
waiting to see 
if the egg-bite-delivery guy brings me 
a little fork.

And then if he doesn't, I have to go get one while 
my egg bite cools. 

I mean: COME ON. 

That's not the life for me.