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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