Sliced Avocados

Most would have you believe that I’m boring
But I’d cook you a good breakfast with no warning
And let you sleep in every single Sunday morning
There isn’t a need for you to be my better half
Honestly God only knows why he put you in my path
Whatever the reason I done been willing and able
By the time you’d get up, breakfast served on the table
Bond between two with no need for a verbalized label
Its things like that which make this friendship stable
Second guessing my being emotionally unavailable
While you dream I’d be cooking up something flavorful
An omelet some hash browns and coffee to boot
All the while scheming on how to come up on loot
While you catch up on some well-deserved rest
I’d write you this rhyme in my Sunday best
And yes, sliced avocados so you’d be impressed