the hot pocket poem
For you, I would kill someone; love is like a hot pocket…I get really excited when it’s in the microwave. I know you’re the one because you buy me hot pockets and accompany me to Kidz Bop concerts, and would wear a Hatsune Miku cosplay if I asked you to. I’d do anything for love, except sacrifice my hot pockets or kill you. When I think of you, I get hungry, because I want a hot pocket and I want you to bring me some. Your hands are like hot pockets. I put my hands in them before I eat them. Your voice is like a hot pocket; It’s very attractive and tasty. Our nights are like hot pockets; You put me in the microwave. Your eyes are like microwaves. They have hot pockets in them.













