Dear Friends

Dear Friends,

It wouldn't be the same without you.

I'm flattered that you all
don't mind being around,
that you all stick by me.
Even when i feel dead,
it's tough to pull you away,
and I admire you all for that.

And yet,
all of you being all over me,
it really bothers me sometimes.
I've tried,
but I really can't shake you.
Don't get me wrong, though.
I mean,
I love you guys, but
you little munchkins
just don't leave me alone.

I try to be patient,
waiting for you all
to get off of me.
I try and be accepting
of all you munchkins,
of all types and colors,
from all over the world,
but I can't help but feel
  so cold.

It wasn't always like that, though.
I used to be able to hang
with the other guys.
We wouldn't really do anything,
just kinda sit around and chill.
Occasionally,
someone would check us out,
and next thing you know,
one of the guys was taken.
But there'd always be another
to replace the old one.
I miss those days, so carefree.

Now,
I have a responsibility.
Lives depend on me now,
and you really aren't helping.
I have my back against the heat.
The searing metal crosses my back,
but it makes no difference.
You all are not phased by it,
but I have to carry the load.

Still,
I'm flattered that you all
don't mind being around,
that you all stick by me.
Even when i feel dead,
it's tough to pull you away,
and I admire you all for that.

It wouldn't be the same without you.
You're the best bunch of magnets
  a guy could have.

Sincerely,
The Fridge