Crying For Spinach

You reach for the carrot, it slips through your fingers - the light-bulb screams obscenities at your incompetence.
In the distance, you hear a baby crying - he is crying for spinach.
But that mysterious carrot knows the truth -spinach is no more.

I'm afraid to say I'm still unable to spend any time here, so if I'm a member of any of your unions, I apologize. Just so everyone knows, I am fine, things are just a little tough right now. I'll get through it, don't you worry. I couldn't resist posting this poem though. Don't even try to search for any hidden messages; it's too deep for you feeble earth-dwellers to understand. :P