The crock pot exploded into thick
Shards of porcelain, cracking perfectly
Around the curcumfrence. Spitting
Hot, sticky, gooey, slimey stew
All over the stove, burning black
Immediately filling my apartment
With a different flavor of smoke
So no, it should not have been
Removed from its proper home
To be cooked on an element, but
The crock-of-shit crock pot simmered
Away for hours with no end in sight.
I had no choice but to compromise,
It’s nearing 11pm, you must understand.
I’ve the impatient munchies and
Now the crock has no pot,
More useless than ever.
I’ve got my pot
And that’s all that matters.