Well, yes!, I say to the ice cube tray,
who spills three solids on the hardwood
floor. Yes, you once-were,
you once were water,
weren't you? You frigid bitch!
Now you're frozen and hard
as a brick, you old hag-
I can't drink you like that! No, I can't,
and I won't! I will dip you
in coffee (not-cold-enough coffee) and bathe you
in milk (not some poor old cow's milk),
let the cows eat hay! I'll soak you in soy!
And sugar, why sugar,
you just sit right there, sugar,
on the shelf, there, sugar,
in the pantry, there
sugar.
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