My first meal is eggs, salted meat, bread, and coffee.
I ate it 21 times in January and 24 times in February.

Some call it breakfast food. 
They’re fools. 

I eat it every day because I love it. 
It’s my breakfast because I lack discipline.

I want to eat what I love as soon as possible.
I can’t wait to have it for dinner. 

Others must love it as much as I do. 
Why else would they eat it first?