In Devon, Gina was mad at Sarah and so
Took Sarah's kitten, to the kitchen did go
Put it the microwave, pushed the button in
Kitten died in pain, I'd call that a sin.
Two teens in Juniata did the same as a prank
For them its fun, but to me it stank.
Is it something missing in the mind, or converse
A dark side that drives their morals in reverse?
Two teens in Alberta broke into a home, so brave
Smashed it up, put the cat in a microwave
Listened to it scream in pain before it died
Painted two mocking messages on the side.
Two teen girls in Maine put a cat - guess where:
They made a video on social media to share
Sharing cruelty is not very bright
Not every agrees that such deeds are right.
These humans got into trouble, because not all agree:
That fun with cats goes with humanity.
And yet, I eat animals every day
I put out mouse traps, throw dead mice away.
I guess the difference is that I don't want to cause pain
But some people do, though not clinically insane
Its part of the human condition that they are out there
Know your surroundings, take heed and take care.
There are times when nobody can save
You could be that cat in the microwave.
Amy Ingram, who lives next door,
like nobody, you've met before,
always talks with a whirring sound,
and walks an inch above the ground,
all mechanical that's for sure.
She reopened the hardware store,
mending microwaves and mowers,
AI hope for our run down town,
Amy Ingram.
Red capped residents, soon got sore,
said "this ain't our town any more",
but some of us stuck to our ground,
we wouldn't let them shut her down,
I'm just glad I've got to know her,
Amy Ingram.
A polaroid, in
my drawer, under the junk
- a memory found.
Wow, I miss fun, it's
like there was another life
- a past life shared.
Remember parties?
Sweaty dancing then a plunge
in the cold lake?
I feel like an old
lady reliving childhood
in sterile pics.
Everything I thought
my life would be is gone or
on nebulous hold.
We're learning a dull
brand of patience - strange for
the microwave age.
What are we growing in the microwave?
I am not its mama, I am not its slave.
Whatever it is, it gets worse every day.
If I ignore it, will it soon go away?
A variety of colors, big and bold.
Could the green stuff be a little bit of mold?
I know how to clean it. I have done it before.
Hanging upside down, waving to the front door.
What are we growing in the microwave?
I am not its mama, I am not its slave.
Whose job is it to clean it? Will it go away?
Like the refrigerator, this will wait another day.
The cursed, blessed thing.
My Detriment Machine.
With this, to you, I cling.
My fear resides in the timer ring.
Because of this, we can renew.
Rekindle fires that once were true.
And although my pointer is black and blue,
I have yet to give up the warmth of you.
At first, I knew of no such thing.
But down on your knees, level with thee,
You looked into my eyes and gave me the key,
And showed me the castle of which you are the king.
Your honor, I’ve a case to plead,
My microwave has lied to me.
I know it seems a minor crime,
But I swear its worthy of your time.
I was late to school that day,
I had thrown my clock away.
I had to rush, I could not lag,
I threw my books into my bag.
I needed to make lunch with ease,
I grabbed a frozen block of cheese.
I set the dial for heat and run,
The microwave said it was done.
I put it in between some bread,
My poor sandwich looked quite dead.
I thought it would be thawed in time,
For lunch today at ten to nine.
Class was done: 8:47
Lunch would last until 11.
I went with my friends out to the yard,
My sandwich seeming strangely hard.
I took it out and took a bite,
The cheese then put up quite a fight!
It gave my teeth a sudden strain,
Causing me surprising pain.
So this is how it is you see
My microwave has injured me,
I now have pain in teeth and face,
And therefore sir I rest my case.
I thought I knew the way things work
The twists and tweaks and all the quirks
I thought I knew my way around
At fifty three a man of town
From my birth until my grave
I cannot work my microwave
I read that damn book upside down
Inside out and round and round
Things don't cook early
Things don't cook late
They just stay static on the plate
They don't go up
They don't go down
Left or right or round and round
Cook them once, cook them twice
Plated meals are cold as ice
One min, two min, even three
The damn thing just won't work for me
So I sit here and grow so thin
Are you supposed to plug it in
TWO TOO MANY LIARS
I saw her swagger and sway her hips as if they had something to say
So knowing the sweltering lady was a liar I ran the other way
Surely she’d say something about plans which faded away
And dreams of a knight on a white horse upon a fateful day
that knight drew his knife from its sheath to fight for a lady lovely of form
As Autumn leaves screamed out hues of greens and blues beyond the norm
It seemed the dress in duress and distress needed a hero born in the fall when leaves were aglow
What she didn’t know was that this knight’s faithfulness was lower than low
She sauntered down the street as I ran from a collision of two hearts and two minds
She wore sparkling jewelry and gems of every size, shapes and kinds
She never received gems from this knight upon whom she depended
But lo, no ’twas not by I the lady would duly be defended
And as I picked up my pace I envisioned her fancy free face
Then summoned forth the memory of her grandeur and grace
I recall when I was collecting kindling for my love lit unto a fire
Then I ran away because, as some people are, she was a pathological liar
© 2010.…..
Microwave this answer quick fast and in a hurry.Oh the worry makes the mind
contrary. Feeling airy on a huge prairie of people dancing. Looking for a way out
of the drought. Microwave zip, zap, bam here's the answer. The situation is
slowly cook in . The eyes are look in for a quick solution. Hating the fate of
waiting . A microwave answer is like a cancer. Stop begging for chop up
solutions. Just wait and believe.
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