Cheeseburgers
My body fills with joy as the grease fills my mouth,
I know that in an hour it will come out my south.
Friends to my left and friends to my right,
we bought enough meat to last us a fortnight.
When our stomachs are full we will sit on the ground,
Cheeseburgers make the world go round.
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