There never seems to be enough

to do what I must do

and look to see where, curious,

I might have saved a few.

Discovering time wasted as

my food cooks inside out;

those moments at the microwave

are what my life’s about.

Philosophizing as my meal

is nuked from stem to stern;

each time the same thought comes to me,

you’d think that I would learn

to walk away and find something

providing much more fun

instead of staring at my meal

until the bell rings done.

If I could calculate the time

I spend in such pursuit,

a fraction of my life is gone~

but then this point is moot

for, next time hunger rears its head,

habit will not waver

because the microwave is life’s

modern day timesaver.