I'm a hamburger bun, can't you see, I mean, who wouldn't want to be me? I rise in the morning because of the yeast, I'm soft and fresh, to say the least.
Just like most humans, I have two sides, In Wonder's truck, I get to take rides. I contain substance within, that's the meat, I'm one who will never admit to defeat.
Ketchup and mustard add color to my life, occasionally I grow in numbers due to a knife. I could be cut into quarters, or just in half, to go beyond that would just be a laugh.
I can't complain, I never have any bills, and of course I don't come down with ills. I guess there would just be one little catch, if I wind up at Burger King, it's down someone's hatch....
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Jim AKA Rapid-Fire Publisher/Editor of WRITE ON!! Poetry Magazette
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