The= Burrito

Hungry tired
Licking hungry lips
I see a Taco Bell
Just right on down the street
Running crying laughing with joy
The burritos are on the special!
Taking out a few dollars
Paying for the warm and puffy goodness
I take the wrapped treat
Waiting for me to eat it
I tremble as I take the first bite
But the gentle trembles turn to tremors
I take something out of my mouth
And what do I find?
A big disgusting roach
And a giant glob of roach waste
Fanning hands at my face
I feel me turning green
Rushing to the bathroom
Where I throw up
The evil burrito

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