Is this cereal life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a bland-slide, escape from your old Wheaties.
Open your eyes, look up at new Flake and see.
You’re a hungry soul; you need some quick brekkie.
The bowls are easy come, easy go,
A little hot, little cold,
Almost 40 options, from Trix to granola for me,
For me.
Mama, you’ll be thrilled. Oh, man.
Put an egg croissanwich near your head,
Or do a bagel — no, English muff instead.
Mama, the day has just begun.
Thirty toppings, nine milks — which way’s the truth?
Mama, oooooo,
Didn’t mean to leave you dry.
Illy coffee and breakfast sandos for tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on, as if lunch don’t really matter.
Flake, 513 Rose Avenue, at Rennie Avenue, Venice (310-396-2333).