Mitch the Toast ~ Really Bad Poetry

mitch was
for all intents and purposes
toast

not the buttery kind that
calms an upset stomach
or angry toddler

not the peanutty kind
that always falls face down
because kids always drop it

not the kind that has jam or honey
and that is served with tea
but not the posh high kind of tea
just the regular everyday
street level tea

mitch was the burnt kind of toast
you know, the black kind,
the in the toaster too long
forgotten maybe
or ignored
or the toaster broke kind of toast

the kind that goes right in the bin
because no amount of scraping
can remove the charred blackness
that reaches all the way to his heart

yes
he was toast