The Worst Poem About Cheeseburgers In The World
Your two all beef patties
special sauced
between the cheese
& pickled onions
of my long, long
sesame seed bun
these patties
have left me
side orderless
and lonely
with a two year old condiment
still hanging loose
in the pocket
of my pants
and sad
I remember our better
days though
before you ketchup’d
all over that other
man’s
meat cleaver
The night I declared war on mayonnaise!
When you said cheese
back then
that meant you loved me
only you meant it
the other way
leaving me un-happy meal’d
with my balls
dangling
in a deep fryer
sizzling, goodbye
(from my book The Aftermath, etc. Monkey Puzzle Press)
Multiverse Johnson 