Poem of Dark Toast
O take me now
This life is worth naught
Less than that, even
Because my toast
My TOAST!
Is dark
Burned
Overdone
Super-toasty.
Please do not hate me
For cowardly leaving this plane
Of existence
But
I cannot take toast this dark
It sullies my soul
And darkens my tongue
And is an insult to my jams.
Believe me when I say
I wish I could keep on living
Keep on truckin’
Keep on groovin’
Baby.
But I cannot keep on going
With burnt toast
So forcefully inserted
Into my day.
I wish I could handle it
I wish I could stand the dark toast
I wish I could go back
Thirty minutes
And pick a lighter setting
And have my toast be
More edible.
Less dark.
More unburnt.
Less singed.
You get the idea.
But
It is not to be
And neither is my life
And neither is my soul
And neither are my future odes
To my food
That will go unwritten
That will go unread
That will go with me
To the darkness
Sucked into the darkness
That is
My burnt toast.