Toasting Progress
John Reinhart
Squeamish about testing
on animals, leery of testing on myself,
I grabbed the next best thing:
a toaster, something
I wouldn’t miss from the shelf.
Squeamish about testing,
my teleportation experimenting,
I reached for the button and pressed –
I grabbed to hold on to something
to steady my nerves, anything
sturdy. Success could mean wealth.
Still squeamish about testing,
the toaster evaporated: zing!
Fame! Fortune! & Wealth!
I grabbed about to catch the thing
as the toaster began reappearing –
in the bathroom, the kitchen, back on the shelf.
Squeamish about more testing
I grabbed a pencil: back to drawing.
