Vice and Chips
The world, a fuzzball, a ball of yarn
Unwinds before my unbelieving eyes
Did I overdose again? Oh, darn!
I meant to have the burger, not the fries
Like Poe, I tend to probe the depths
In search of meaning in the human soul
From hell does Satan send his many reps
In the form of a hotdog and cinnamon roll
If what we eat is who we are
Then what I am is "junk"
I mortify my body to this worldly avatar
By ensuring I am permanently drunk
| Contributors: | F, Kansas Sam, Ethetran, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd October 2003 by Anon.. |