The Turkey Burger

“Come on you bastard – cook!”

I screamed at the

Marks and Spencer-ready-to-cook-in-one-minute-my-arse

“healthful” turkey burger

It sat there on the grill pan

Looking at me – offensively.

It spat preservatives in my eye.

I was subjected to a hail of additive abuse

As it diminished before me.

And suddenly –

Without any warning at all:

The fucking thing disappeared completely.

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