Ode to My Rubiks Cube

Oh, how I loathe you,

You colorful thing

As I twist you and turn you

And think thoughts, obscene.

Yes, you are evil

Down to your last square

I see, now, why Cubism

Was so full of despair!

You stupid piece of plastic…

I am NOT your slave.

And I see that your future lies

Inside a microwave.

Twisting and turning,

I rant and I curse.

It's become quite a struggle,

But I won't give up first!

Though I may possess morals,

And pride in my heart,

All that will be forgotten

When I take you apart!