A spoon inside a dishwasher? I would have never thought of that. So I changed the point of view. Its called: life's like a spoon
Do you ever wonder, Dream or discover? The mind of someone you know. Do they say there your friend, From now til the end? And then find out it wasn't the truth? Do you ever feel used, Alone and confused? Then one day things are just fine. Its like a spoon in a dishwasher, Repeating it's cycle From dirty to clean all the time. After a while Things start to scratch And colors fade This is were you say good bye... Unless you have Corelle. That's a special kind, With a lifetime warranty because Some friends are forever And some forever aren't friends, But the truth in it all, Is real simple to see, But real hard to do, Decide when it's time, That it just can't be cleaned.
I get dropped in this dish washer and now it's all dark. I hear some buttons being pressed and all of a sudden I get blasted with water. It was extremely hot water too! These weird gadgets are spinning around in circles above me and below me. I wonder when it's going to stop and much to my surprise it did. Not for long! Now soap is been thrown around every where. I close my eyes and a little while goes by and the water stops again. Not for long though!
I am here. I am here. I am here once again. I am here in this all white space. I am here surrounded by all my friends. I am here surrounded by all my enemies. I am here because I was used. I am here because I am dirty. I am here waiting to be washed. I am here waiting to be clean. I am here lying in this square slot. I am here and it smells like garbage. I am here and no longer shiney. I am here. I am here.
I am a spoon, it is the middle of June. I am a place that washes dishes, I feel like fishes. I want to get out, and I scream and shout. It is very dark, and I want to get out and go to the park.
It's really crowed and dark in here. It seems like more of us keep getting tossed in every time the door gets opened up. Suddenly I hear some beeps and we start to get blasted with really hot water. In a little bit I feel squeaky clean! :)
Life is not all that fun when you're a spoon. Not only do people think it's completely acceptable to just use you and then throw you to the side, but afterwards they put you in a scary dark place. I'm shoved up next to people other silverware that I don't even enjoy. Then to top it off, it starts to rain. I honestly do not think it could get much worse.
Well here I am along with all the other silverware. Strange that everyone tries to eat us, but once they find out we are inedible, they throw us in this machine that sprays us with a hot soapy rain, and then try to eat us again! I wonder if they will ever figure out that they can't eat us.
I have been crammed up against my peers for a while. Everything is dark and cold. I hear noises outside this machine that we are stuck in and I know that it is about to start. The machine starts humming and all of a sudden steaming hot water blasts us in the face. This continues for a couple minutes, then the water turns soapy. It gets in my eyes, making them sting. After letting the soap sit for awhile, the pounding water starts again. When I am finally unloaded, I go straight to the cereal bowl...these humans are going to put me in their nasty mouths again!
I am sick of being used. Ode to my life as a poor over used spoon. Oh I love these showers, after being dipped into soups for hours. I needed this bath, after smelling your bad breathe. Oh forks move over. Plates make some room. I am ready to be dropped and lost under the dish washer forever, for I am a sick and tired spoon.
Well, this whole dishwasher thing is a weekly thing for me. It's sort of like riding the bus. It's usually pretty croweded here in the silverware container, but it's not too bad today. One time, there was this fork that had been used for taco meat or something leaning right up against me. I felt bad--it wasn't the guy's fault--but it was still gross. I just get used for soups and tea and stuff, so I'm pretty lucky. My favorite cycle is the rinse cycle. The "wash" is a little to turbulent, and I've never been good with soap bubbles. Despite the occasional discomforts, there's nothing like that warm, just-washed feeling.
A spoon inside a dishwasher? I would have never thought of that. So I changed the point of view. Its called: life's like a spoon
ReplyDeleteDo you ever wonder,
Dream or discover?
The mind of someone you know.
Do they say there your friend,
From now til the end?
And then find out it wasn't the truth?
Do you ever feel used,
Alone and confused?
Then one day things are just fine.
Its like a spoon in a dishwasher,
Repeating it's cycle
From dirty to clean all the time.
After a while
Things start to scratch
And colors fade
This is were you say good bye...
Unless you have Corelle.
That's a special kind,
With a lifetime warranty because
Some friends are forever
And some forever aren't friends,
But the truth in it all,
Is real simple to see,
But real hard to do,
Decide when it's time,
That it just can't be cleaned.
I get dropped in this dish washer and now it's all dark. I hear some buttons being pressed and all of a sudden I get blasted with water. It was extremely hot water too! These weird gadgets are spinning around in circles above me and below me. I wonder when it's going to stop and much to my surprise it did. Not for long! Now soap is been thrown around every where. I close my eyes and a little while goes by and the water stops again. Not for long though!
ReplyDeleteI am here. I am here.
ReplyDeleteI am here once again.
I am here in this all white space.
I am here surrounded by all my friends.
I am here surrounded by all my enemies.
I am here because I was used.
I am here because I am dirty.
I am here waiting to be washed.
I am here waiting to be clean.
I am here lying in this square slot.
I am here and it smells like garbage.
I am here and no longer shiney.
I am here. I am here.
I am a spoon.
ReplyDeleteI am round.
I'm next to a knife that likes to make sounds.
Okay, that's it.
I can't think of anything else!
I am a spoon,
ReplyDeleteit is the middle of June.
I am a place that washes dishes,
I feel like fishes.
I want to get out,
and I scream and shout.
It is very dark,
and I want to get out and go to the park.
It's really crowed and dark in here. It seems like more of us keep getting tossed in every time the door gets opened up. Suddenly I hear some beeps and we start to get blasted with really hot water. In a little bit I feel squeaky clean! :)
ReplyDeleteLife is not all that fun when you're a spoon. Not only do people think it's completely acceptable to just use you and then throw you to the side, but afterwards they put you in a scary dark place. I'm shoved up next to people other silverware that I don't even enjoy. Then to top it off, it starts to rain. I honestly do not think it could get much worse.
ReplyDeleteWell here I am along with all the other silverware. Strange that everyone tries to eat us, but once they find out we are inedible, they throw us in this machine that sprays us with a hot soapy rain, and then try to eat us again! I wonder if they will ever figure out that they can't eat us.
ReplyDeleteI have been crammed up against my peers for a while. Everything is dark and cold. I hear noises outside this machine that we are stuck in and I know that it is about to start. The machine starts humming and all of a sudden steaming hot water blasts us in the face. This continues for a couple minutes, then the water turns soapy. It gets in my eyes, making them sting. After letting the soap sit for awhile, the pounding water starts again. When I am finally unloaded, I go straight to the cereal bowl...these humans are going to put me in their nasty mouths again!
ReplyDeleteI am sick of being used. Ode to my life as a poor over used spoon. Oh I love these showers, after being dipped into soups for hours. I needed this bath, after smelling your bad breathe. Oh forks move over. Plates make some room. I am ready to be dropped and lost under the dish washer forever, for I am a sick and tired spoon.
ReplyDeleteWell, this whole dishwasher thing is a weekly thing for me. It's sort of like riding the bus. It's usually pretty croweded here in the silverware container, but it's not too bad today. One time, there was this fork that had been used for taco meat or something leaning right up against me. I felt bad--it wasn't the guy's fault--but it was still gross. I just get used for soups and tea and stuff, so I'm pretty lucky. My favorite cycle is the rinse cycle. The "wash" is a little to turbulent, and I've never been good with soap bubbles. Despite the occasional discomforts, there's nothing like that warm, just-washed feeling.
ReplyDeleteOh yes! Poem!
ReplyDeleteRoses are red
This dish washer is stinky
And it is also sad
That the dish washer took my pinky