Cold Front

My Frigidaire doesn’t think it’s good enough
And I can’t wrap my head around that
I’m supportive but nevertheless
It sighs, “I’m ugly” or “I’m too fat”

Which, of course, isn’t the case
But as it spirals downhill
I long for the days
When this thing would just chill

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