The Morning Microwave Fights Poem by Pankhuri Sinha

The morning microwave fights,
In prison,
Not so much over the microwave,
Although yes,
Over the microwave,
Getting the microwave,
Over the making of the tea,
No, not tea,
No tea,
Coffee,
Just coffee,
The purchased coffee,
But really over the phone,
A phone line worked out,
For aliens,
Requiring an alien number,
Having an alien number,
And a phone for the aliens,
The phone line that works,
That rings,
In an office outside,
In a law office,
At all hours,
And during the office hours,
During the working hours.
It rings,
Till someone picks up,
Re-directs.
It rings,
And rings again.