I am bread without the butter Filling, but not quite the full effect I am the heel of the loaf, The piece you only eat When you really are that hungry Satisfying, but not quite satisfactory I am the slice with the moldy spot The one you can only eat half of Tainted, but not yet completely lost I am the loaf thats gone stale Crisp, but not because im toasted I am whole wheat when you wanted white, And white when you wanted rye I am never what you want, But I am what you get