you’re hungry to
get me hot
and stick things
in my slots,
but where’s my
thanks?
And whose gonna
clean up
the mess you
left inside me
once you take
out what popped up
and head to
work?
You’ll leave me
in the kitchen,
until you return
home
for your lunch
break,
during which you
never
take me out even
once.
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