Ode to the Hot Pocket
The sole content of my kitchen closet
Though i burn my finger on your microwave plate
Us being together was written by fate
You may set fire to my mouth
But you are first in my heart, even before the couch
I proudly wear you stain on my shirt
Because i know we were meant for each other since birth
My dietitian makes me lie
But the truth is, you will be the one with who I die.
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