Dear Veektoaztia,
     I had a little more chance to do some research this past weekend, but I lament the fact that I was unable to discover any of your poetry on the bun ring man site, unless it's absence is itself a kind of zen poem. Such ineffability would be in keeping with the inscrutable unanswerabilty of the classic koan: if you threw a cat with a freshly buttered piece of toast attached to it's back, what side would it land on? Again philosphical cruelty intrudes, for even if one did assay an answer, the inherent violence of the inquiry would render it unworthy of response.
     One of the more compelling instances of toast in performance that it has been my pleasure to experience was at a concert in the final decade of the previous century by the aural iconclasts Negativeland. One of their numbers included toast in matching toasters on either end of the stage, which, rather than being allowed the classic, cathartic pop-up release that is emblematic of perfection and readiness, remained trapped between the infernal elements, as the smoke rising like the expiring souls of the burning bread slices spread the aroma of the too-intensely toasted wheatflesh throughout the room. (Oh, the charred bun ring!)
     I can only presume that some primal toast trauma is lodged at the very core of my being, since I seem unable to relate a simple anecdote without being reduced to violence against the loaf. Sorrow lies athwart every scorched line written about this tasty topic. I surmise that the poetry you call bad may have had it's origin in this fundamental conflict, and the cause of yr merciless aesthetic verdict has less to do with yr obviously considerable gifts than what Hannah Ardent terms "the banality of evil."
     One final point; you made reference to the 9th step, presumably referring to the core document of that OTHER (wholly estimble) AA organization, to wit: "Make direct amends to such people [whom we have harmed] wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others." Admirable sentiments, I'm sure, and a worthy goal. This said, in view of the volatile nature of all things toast, I am loath to risk dealing you any further injury.
     However, I must point out, that while we are honored to be so frequently confused with that other AA, the scheme of our steps is decidedly different from theirs, and instead corresponds directly to the 12 possible keys available for play in conventional Western music: A, B flat, B, C, etc.
     We'll remember you when we get to the key of F.