With a moat of mustard surrounding pickles,
the ubiquitous burger lies
there next to its notorious companion;
the oil saturated french fries.
In the ritual lunch, my pearly white teeth
like ivory piano keys stand
ready to bite into heaven, but alas —
texture and taste — elastic band.
the ubiquitous burger lies
there next to its notorious companion;
the oil saturated french fries.
In the ritual lunch, my pearly white teeth
like ivory piano keys stand
ready to bite into heaven, but alas —
texture and taste — elastic band.

