Talking to an inanimate object

Mr. Toaster,
why do you continuously
burn my toast?
All I’ve ever done
is love you,
still you continue
to burn my toast
to a crisp…
Leaving me with
nothing.

So many questions…

If I died tomorrow
would your cry
or
jump for joy?
Would you miss me?
Where would all my
belongings go?
Could you learn to
forgive the mistakes
I’ve made?