The Ultimate Burger
by Casey Jepson
© 2000

I’d start with the buns
Two Oxymoron rolls with onomatopoeia seeds
Spread political incorrect sauce on the bottom one
And anger management sauce on the top
I’d slap down a quarter-mile of
Lean cut human compassion patties
Freshly grilled on a hot wetnurse
One big leaf of righteous selflessness
Followed by another quarter-mile patty
Of daft curiosity
Two ripe silent serenities
Cut with a lonliness knife
And a crisp, crunchy gothic mortality
With a dash of masturbation
To annoy the censors

On the side I’d put a heaping pile
Of sexual pleasures
Drenched in female elegance
With harmless insanity to dip them in
An oversized cup of
Religious tolerance & poetic justice smootie
Made with creative genius
Drank through a dark secret

It’d be served on a tray of careless generosity
With repugnant egotism to wipe my hands

And I’d throw it all in the eternally forgotten bin
And trade it for just one kiss.

And a strawberry.

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