Egghead

You called me an egghead,
it definitely wasn’t true.
I looked in the mirror
my face was speckled, new.

Then my mind got all scrambled
my words a bit poached
and I couldn’t stop wobbling,
craving toast.

Now no-one’s listening and
I’m refrigerated.
Where are you? Come back

I cracked
found yolky tears in my lap.