Friday, January 02, 2004

Dear Mr. Microwave,
Can I have my food?
When I reach for the plate,
please don't fall on my fish sticks

Dear Mr. Microwave,
I like to stand before you
in the exact position I was warned about
Because the little light is on

Would you mind if I executed
a stop-clear command?
The last few seconds
are hard to respect

It's hard to believe
that years ago
you were just sci-fi
cyborg mutant ninja funk

Then after the miracle of birthe
a heffer was borne
occupying an entire kitchen
with your magic box

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