An Ode To Taco Bell
“Hardly Mexican food” so they call it.
And “IAMS makes better than that ‘dog food wrap’”.
They do not know my love for Taco Shit,
The way Doritos Locos makes me crap.
Gordita Shell Supreme: always spicy.
Hard shell or soft shell, it does not matter.
Baja Blast Freeze: drink that’s always icy.
Give me burritos, served on a platter.
Cinnamon twists are gone in an instant,
Next on the tray is a loaded griller.
Ay dios mio, oh god it has hit;
What comes next is the porcelain killer.
It evacuates as fast as it came,
Now that my intestines are left inflamed.
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