Come on down to burger poem
in any location near you, to serve
we don't exist, so drive right through
enjoy the significance and emotional
associations of a tasty burger,
with none of the slaughterhouse
innocent animal guilt, none of the
huge belly uncomfortable fullness
you get from downing burger
after burger
after burger
after burger, from
a big sack of burgers
courtesy of our royalty
or circus-based competitors. Unfortunately,
no fries either. No Coke, it's
bring your own Coke
at burger poem. All we do
is burgers, and
technically, we don't literally
do
them
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