Jesse Smith

I am bread. I like bread. I work with bread. Bread is my abode. Bread makes me happy. 

A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—
Conscious—as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!

A modest lot—A fame petite—
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's—balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!

Now let's steer away from bread and about my personal life. I have a parents. I have siblings,  1 to be exact. A brother. I like basketball. It's really fun.