Sunday, January 16, 2011

Extended Metaphor Poem

Every morning I get excited

At the possibilities

What will it be today I wonder

Every morning I know your coming

And you do

And we connect in a special way

and you turn me on

When you push my buttons

It makes me hot

But then I remember the sad truth

You only come when you need me

You only use me to satisfy your cravings

Then you leave as fast as you came

Im left there cold and forgotten

I hate it when you hit me

When I make mistakes

But you need to realize

I cant read your mind

So its partly your fault

So think before you blow a fuse

I hate that you talk at me

Like im a useless piece of junk

It makes me feel crummy, and then I get mad at you

You know its dangerous when im red

It always takes me a while to cool off

And you should know better

Then to bug me when im still heated like that

But you know im always there for you

Same time same place

There's really no where else to go

Because

Im your loving and faithful

toaster

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