Ode to the Microwave

Microwave?

If you ever loved me,

please respond to my pleas.

I remember your humming and the

sizzling sound

my food made once you finished heating it.

I remember the day we burned popcorn

together and we needed to air out the

house to get rid of that stench.

At least then,

I knew you still were on my team.

I remember those leftovers

you reheated up for me

when I was famished after

school and I remember your

gleeful buzz to tell me

it was time to eat.

You always wanted to help me and

I did everything I could to help you.

I fixed your clock when there

was a power failure.

I never pushed all of your buttons,

just the numbers that I needed.

I never left your fan on

for extended periods of time.

But that day you

went on strike

and you gave me

cold creamed corn

at dinner.

I thought it would pass. 

Then you gave me 

cold soup.

I didn't want gazpacho

and you wouldn't pop popcorn.

You have a cruel heart.

I wanted to take you in

for counciling but

the counciler discriminated

against you in a very

racist fashion.

She called me an idiot

saying E-Waves aren't any good.

Now today,

I look at your body.

You won't cook or chirp

anymore.

I realize that our relationship

was ill-fated.

I realize that your just

a no good piece of junk.

This poem means a lot to me.  It is symbolic.  I really want comments on it.