I burn you, you become hard
from a softy pre-existence
You were built in a machine
then you came to exist
at another machine
One machine that takes you
and makes you a toast
Such a roast into a toast it
was, and you are changed into
a hard boy
You small toast now i love
to bite into you!!
1 comment:
pretty good toast poem. prettyyyyyyyyy, prettyyyyyyy. pretty good
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