the kitchen burglar
he’s a kitchen burglar, and he’s the best
he’ll shred your stuff like a chicken breast
lurks past linoleum without a whisper
then bags all the lettuce right out of your crisper
no oven is safe, no stove is secure
he swallows up dishes like soup du jour
he’ll spin through faster than a hard-boiled egg’ll
and leave your place hollow as an onion bagel
