Cheeseburger


The cheeseburger sat still
At the end of the table
Waiting to be eaten
Dripping with ketchup

At the end of the table
It thought to itself
Dripping with ketchup
“Is it going to hurt?”

It thought to itself
“Should I run for it?”
“Is it going to hurt?”
But it stayed where it was

The cheeseburger sat still
“Should I run for it?”
But it stayed where it was
Waiting to be eaten

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