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