TOAST

By Matt Freire

I am just a toaster
The novice type
I was bread in Taiwan
Had the humble life
Next to the blender
On the counter I’d sit
If you needed something toasted
I’d do it
But then one day
They boxed me up
And I was shipped and veto
Boarded a truck
And then Stopped in Chico
My new home at last
Family bought me
And through me in the trash

I want to go back
To my first home town
Next to the blender
And its lovely sound
I want to go back
Where I was used
Worked every
But never abused

I am a toaster
The unloved type
I was thrown in the trash
By the new families wife
I just burnt a piece
Of toast one day
Then she though me away
And I’m in the garbage to stay
And then I was picked up
And tossed in a pile
Of appliances
And unwanted bile
And I am sad
And I miss Taiwan
I was treated good
They did no wrong


Who could do this?
Through a toaster away
Savage humans
I will get them someday
I will burn their toast
They won’t like it
I will shock their fingers
I will short circuit

That will show them
Ya that will show them
Through me away
I will show them

I’m a toaster
Toast things
But not any more
I do nothing
But I was once grand
Best of the bunch
I could toast anything
I would toast your lunch
But no
Not any more
I’m just a toaster
Who was kicked out the door