RAINE REFLECTIONS
© Christopher Raine
The Toaster
My toaster pops, baby
the toast is charred and black
I really hate this toaster
do you think they’d take it back?
Is that some kind of funky metaphor?
you have to pause and ask
well I’m not qualified
to answer questions like that.
My rhyme is broken now
and my reason is cutting back
but there ain’t no way, anyway
so cut me a little slack
Now I ain’t complaining, baby
about this goddamn thing
you know I bought it last July
or in April, in the spring
How do you like your toast?
almost white or almost black
how do you take your truths?
oh, I guess you don’t like that
We got these broken things
all around this goddamn place
will you look me in the eye?
will you slap me in the face
My toaster pops, baby
the toast is charred and black
I really hate this toaster
do you think they’d take it back?