Here's the poem, Part 1, or the whole thing idk lol The Tragedy of the Broken Smart-Fridge Hello to my old, dead friend I woke up one morning and you were gone. My own stupidity, (I forgot to turn you back on) Oh, bluetooth king! You used to gatekeep my food, Used to scrunch up your face, when Kelly would sniff you Now, I want to cry But the funeral won’t proceed itself So, here, goodbye! There, I’ve said it, I’m done, now I won’t cry! The moldy sandwich weeps, Knowing it will never reside in that one dark corner of you anymore (where I accidentally forgot it) I sleep, waiting for morning Tired from sobbing, and making arrangements for the funeral Then I hear it. The undertakers are here, you have to go I give you a final hug, And then wipe you clean (you should at least not be dirty in your grave) The movers are here: I close my eyes, as they take you away In your memory, we ate out that night. And I’m never getting another fridge
