My Old Flame
My old flame in the kitchen
Man, she could bring the heat
They’ve now induced induction
I feel so incomplete
It sprung up overnight
It lit the world ablaze
And now my flame’s anathema
In just a few short days
They say she causes asthma
And cognitive distress
I think there’s likely more at play
But that’s an addled guess
But I know when the grid is out
The Tesla has no charge
I’ll be flippin’ griddle cakes
with gas and living large
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