Kasai

I’m just a light boy.
Looking for a lighter day.
And it’s a cold wet Wednesday.
We had days in the sun.
But they added up to none.
It’s just the fate of the atomic age.
There were lights in my head.
But they lost their place
I’m not good enough for Saturdays.
I think I’ve heard these words before.
They made me blue.
I’m looking at you from your tennis shoe.
But I’m stuck to the sound.
Of your merry-go-round.
You’re just a beautiful kind of blue.
And there’s a lot of us.

I am just a microwave.