Life of a Toaster

I'm waiting, sleeping.

I'm being picked up

And set down.

Something grabs my 'tail'.

'It' is dropped into my mouth.

I get warm,

Then hot.

I can almost hear 'It' screaming.

I'm just about to savor 'It',

When 'It' flies out of my mouth.

I hear a CRUNCH,

Then darkness.

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