President Donald Trump
Decided that there were too many Loudmouth Dissenters in the United States.
Not just Muslims,
But Loudmouth Jews,
Environmentalists and other Scientists too.
So, he decided that the best way to deal with Dissent
Would be to microwave 100,000,000 People.
It would be a Massive Public Works Project
And would employ many Red-Blooded
White Christian American Men
He began this Secret Project near Wichita, Kansas,
As the F.B.I. rounded people up in every State of the Union
Including Alaska and Hawaii.
After the people were microwaved,
Their cremated remains
Would be put in a Containment Pond.
President Trump didn't want the ashes used for fertilizer of any sort
Because he had no enthusiasm for Gardening.
I act brave sometimes
But I’m not
And I think I’m being microwaved
Boiling from the inside out
I shake inside
And on occasion on the outside too
I act brave sometimes,
But I have an image to uphold,
So I don’t let them see me cry,
When will the electrons explode?
Cover me up
I’m splattering about
As molecules of cellophane and plastic plate mix with cheesy mire of microwaveable dinner, I make excuse in my mind and apologize to my already over-compromised liver. It's simpler this way, or at least excusable for this moment. 56 dead in Garland, Texas, I think I can be thankful a tornado has not turned my world upside down, whilst biting down on tv dinner rations. Still I think, can 2015 end any faster? These last few days counting down and the microwave's digital display bleeping, sludge discriminating who shall be taken. It's all so guarded and circumspect. Please, if there be an element of good, may the new year know it.
Used to muse
On the use
Of oversized microwave ovens
In the covens
Give them their due
They know how to imbue
Broomsticks with fresh belladonna!
Our love is like a microwave
We nonchalantly recognize its presence And we happily utilize it everyday
Yet we rarely sit and ogle upon the magic it contrives.
The beguiling beauty of the zappy microwave.
At two AM the refrigerator deliberately beckons me
screaming all of it's offerings, like a maniac banshee
I oft succumb to its wiles and to the treasures within
bending over painfully, perusing all the lowly shelved sins
Jimmy Dean sandwiches, frozen burritos, Swanson pot pies
minutes of radiation, oblivious of cost, forever on the thighs
Using my emotions, to justify all of my consumption
can't see my knees or toes, that's a pretty safe assumption
It's not that I couldn't go for a walk in the park
I prefer it here all alone, microwaving, in the dark
That's what it should be called "Weight Freedom" :D
milk in glass
watching clocks that don’t move fast
Microwave myself away
past the unsettling thoughts
into the very daunting forefront.
May I never sing like an angel again
For you, and no one else that cares
for more than a drink and a meaningful stare.