#hamburger
As dusk sets on this pasture
somehow a burger wrapper manages to find its way back home.
This sense of vapid euphoria sets in among the cows,
as they all gather to greet their brethren...
So different in form,
yet it's as if the farmer never took him away
in the first place.
And as I sit at this desk
under a parade of fluorescent lights,
I can't help but be ushered down the hallways of my mind.
Life cycles, yet is a burger any less of a cow?
Now I can greet the trashcan with a new found sense of kinship.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
He skipped and he hopped.
He popped and he locked.
He danced with his feet,
to Mcdonalds' fast beat.
He puffed up with pride;
warm in the inside.
And fresh with his lettuce;
junk food is his fetish.
He never thought what would come;
he thought it was all fun.
In a funky yellow wrapper
and into the warmer he went.
He heard the kaching of the cashier--
someone's money was spent.
He was dragged to the front line
where the lights were all bright.
Like he was sent in for interrogation;
Like in a murderer's plight.
And like that he went.
A tear from his bread skin:
the top of his sesame seed bun head
human teeth sank in.
He yelled and he screamed
with all that he got.
He thought he was happy.
But he's everything he's not.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
I hate hamburgers. The meat seems purpluent and frankly, the whole entourage is terribly disdaining.
Although I know it's wrong of me to choose my slimey, unhealthy version of the food mixture, I adore it so. The beautiful, white thick and firm yet light and fluffy vanilla waffle bun, with holes that could tear your very soul out (and your drive to lose weight) and lead it to a creamfilled neverland of euphoric bliss.
The raspberries and they're very mucilaginous texture, ever tempting me alike sweet filled ***** tempts up your stomach and out of your mouth because the habit and this strangely erodic hamburger that you can't seem to keep away from yourself.
Under those sticky temptations that humans named raspberries. Lies an evil not to be released unto this innocently skinny world. The gluttonous rice, the red bean paste. And. the. Unholy amount of S U G A R… yes, my fellow small waist golden cricket. For the good of hell and heaven I will warn you of the gluttonous evil called the mochi patty. We've all heard of mochi. That beautiful ice cream filled tragedy. Only my vividly destructive hell that i call an imagination could conjure this terrible fat producer as a patty in this baneful “hamburger” this mochi patty creates an all ailing armageddon in your calorie count. And a suburb genesis for your tastebuds, for the smooth, powdered sweet beauty is the bane of all. The fall of man was brought by mochi, because mochigome is an angelic harm.
The next ingredient in this burger of allure is a safe ingredient. F i n a l l y.
Honey
Mustard.
It's but in normal food and it's not too sweet, there must be SOME health benefits of it surely? That small amount of spice in the creamy oasis. Mixes gracefully with the rest of its poisonous peers.
Now back to my torture of pain and of chocolate ***** next is something hard to save you from all this soft. But don't be fooled just yet, this slab of hard is N O T a salvation. For a slab of hershey's milk chocolate is not ideal for hale. The brits can't even handle how much sugar is in this bar of pure D I S A S T E R. your immune system can't take this angelic evil, eat a carrot instead.
Strawberry ice cream is next made with sugar, vanilla, strawberry flavoring, and E V I L.
Filling your large intestine with sin, strawberry ice creams smooth, creamy flavor. With tiny chunks of cheesecake that squish between your teeth and travel down your throat like columbus, come to enslave the naitive americans that is your pride. Be warned strawberry ice cream might smell like the top of a baby's head going in, but going out it smells like artificial strawberry ***** and shame.
Popped like little tuberculosis bubbles in the saten ice cream. Is what people call bursting boba. I call them orbs of joy, the smooth surface in your mouth is always a surprise, it feels like a cyanide pill. Until it goes P O P in your mouth releasing sweet calcium lactate and artificial flavoring into your soul. They never fail to make you happy. But of course, as all happiness seems to do it eventually makes you want to throw your fat self off a cliffside and that bursting boba will be the cause of your head B U R S T I N G. on the sement.
And last but certainly not least you get to taste the savory evil that is the vanilla waffle bun, once again. And O H H this old friend is not very fun to see once again. The thick bun might be expansive on its own, but i promise it will E X P A N D in your poor stomach. And tasting all of this heinous resplendent horror together will probably **** you from an aneurysm or obesity, or diabetes, or disappointment. But all together it's perfect. And a disaster.
A perfect disaster.
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
Sleeping in a bed of trash,
the moon floats on the same,
"Stop trying to be the moon"
but what else is there to be
if not that?
Hamburger hands crumbling in the night,
had no one been looking,
you would've helped put them
back together
back together
you always go back
to the rat that bites those holes in you,
holey, holy, wholly alone,
if you keep believing
that the moon is made of cheese,
then you cannot be anything
except the moon.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Have you ever been awaken
From the best sleep ever
When your eyes could hardly open
And you could barely speak
Have you ever had a partner
Whom with everthing clicked
But you quit
Have you ever been eating a hamburger while driving and you saw something
And out the window
it went
Have you ever been down the dead end street of life
Had to bag out turn around and rethink
Have you ever lost something you loved
Forgot about it
And it turned up years later
Have you ever thought about how many possibilities
Have you ever could produce
Me
No never
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
I sit down at a restaurant,
A burger's my order;
Ambitious is the chef,
Never seen anyone bolder.
She works her magic on the bun,
The sauce is sweet and sour.
Crispy lettuce, on it
A meat patty full of power.
She is taking her time to craft,
And so I wait an hour;
My hunger consumes me:
There's nothing I couldn't devour.
Done at last, a thing of beauty,
Starving, I take a bite;
It's flavor outstanding,
Feels like I could even take flight.
It is not a flawless sandwich,
Filled with imperfection:
Burnt here, too salty there;
Still feels like I'm tasting heaven,
Halfway through, I take a big bite,
A mistake way too great:
The burger falls apart;
My ambition lead to my grave.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC