I Dont Talk Human

She never cleans me I thought he might break down and do it Because I have seen him wash up the microwave And yesterday he rinsed the sink I am smelly, sticky, and irritated. There is crusty gunky stuff in my basement Drips of ketchup and syrup have hardened on my shelves I feel disrespected, dishonored, disheveled And I am disgusted Here he comes to get something If I could hide it I would, Maybe it would force him to clean me Deep sigh as he rumbles around in the Tupperware He finally locates the cheese that he wanted Why don’t you say something? Milk demands. I don’t talk human, I tell him. None of the refrigerators do.