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.
