“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.