Spotty Logic (spottylogic) wrote,
Spotty Logic


Of course, with an opening line like that, there's no way this poem wouldn't come out a little homoerotic. But at least it's short :)

Fast Food

burger me.
press me between two buns
and slather me with sauce,
and if you must, adorn me
with ketchup or a leaf
of slightly wilted lettuce,
a bit of onion, or
damn the condiments and take me plain,
just eat me, consume me,
and let me clog your heart.
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