Thursday, November 1, 2012

Hot Pocket tragedy

The heat never enters its core
 More time, a couple of minutes more
The buzzer now sounds
the LED reads DONE
with great haste i grab it
the growling from my stomach is now louder than ever
with the ferocity of a starving lion i bite
 the core still frozen
the hunger remains
i must wait a couple more, i say to myself
i angrily slam the door which contains my only food supply
2:00 i enter
Sparks fly and the smoke emerges
i wallow in the thoughts of having slammed it so hard
cold, starving, and food-less
let the good times roll-dt93

No comments:

Post a Comment