I used to be in tune to good foundation.
To a place I can call my home.
Then my situation once comfortable,
changed!

A surplus to requirement,did intend ,my wanting
days of hope did fade.
Placed in stacked stance,a new abode became the new mould.
To bolster my resolve?Will this be my problems solved?

It was too late.I must placate;the food inside me,
turns my sour to bitter.
My sweet to salt ...Leaving pungency on it`s own.

What with slavac molasses ,miso spread,hummas with mould,
hey this lot are out of control.
Halva snacks, spicey bean left over rice,chesse not fit !
We`ll turn into mice!?
Lets not intice,or advice ,of their way is right ,out of my plight, the fact is ...

I`m a fridge with an identity crisis.
Yes a fridge with an identity crisis!

What can I do with these foods inside of me it`s
causing havoc with my defrostation.
I`ve been student infiltrated ,disenfranchised.
I remember the days of steak and kidney pudding,bacon rashes,wildly stacked eggs,beefsteak and chops,
and lots of beer.

Now it`s organic honey(where do they get the money!)
chick pea surprice,brown rice delight,cous cous balls up,
not forgeting nori flake soup,nut smoked tufu and ginger soya tempeh...wahay!~

Perhaps telepathically,I could persuade my new owners by some sublime, hypnotise;by my motors hum.
So then for them to buy some taco sause,with pics of
marracas,mexican hats,how my air conditioning would tap to the samba,cha cha, mambo.

I realise now I am reformed chilled out!
Give all these fatty things a clout.
Without a doubt it`s opening up a kaleidiscope of new ideas.

It would appear i`m not paying enough attention to my new peers.
That I am refreshed ;the tone of my chrome, all shiny resinent,like a reflective fairing,how daring!

You see theres more of us to feed ,let me plead .
That means more fridges ...Thanks
We all want quality "essentials",that make up day.
So pass that bowel of food ,to near as harmony as you can get.
remembering to include all with respect.
Things couldn`t be the same...
The energy found,conserved,to ones own core.
So to keep that motors rattle,
not a cholestral debacle,but the ticking thought of a
machines metal!