Fancy term for “No more burgers” – Day 28

Hamburgers
Twisted me up inside like a
radioactive pretzel. Funny
it all looks the same
coming back up.
How may I preserve you,
like a side of plastic too?
What do you think?
I’d desire but deny a few minutes of comfort,
rather than ache and burn for days.
Lacto-ovo-pesce-vegetarianism
was the best decision I ever made.


People were eating burgers and fries the other day, and I had a salad. I miss that lovely, greasy comfort food, but I don’t miss how sick it made me. At least I can still eat cheese and chocolate! Anyway, semi-gross off topic poems are fun sometimes, so enjoy xD

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