Musings on Bread

How I feel pity
for that last lonely piece of bread
left to sit in the bag
in the back of the fridge

he'd always been different
he didn't fit in
he'd only ever glimpsed one other piece like him
(and she was so much farther up the social scale)
and now all the others are gone
they coupled up and left him.
How come they don't split up evenly?
why is he left alone
mouldering away
in the back of the fridge?

Oh silly piece of bread
it's no crime to be different
and the reason you are alone
is because all the others have been devoured.