B***h Fucked Up My Order

B***h Fucked Up My Order

A Poem by Miles

Ketchup, mayo,
Pickles, onions
French fries, soda
(Not Diet Cola)

Now my burger feels complete
And now it's time to f*****g eat
Gotta munch this good stuff down
...Turn that smile into a frown

What the hell am I eating?
Stuff tastes like bugs and glue
Cooks think they'll f**k around
I'll eat your motherfucking shoe!

Take that anger down with me
To the river flowing brown
Fight a fire with a semi
And break their dying walls down

God!
Why'd you forsake me?
Whatever did I do 
To deserve this s**t?

I'm unsatified, sir
I said custom, sir
Not wrapped in cellophane
And microwaved on toast

I'm gonna bring my lawyer
Mr. Tom Hanks Sawyer
In the end you'll regret
Having skipped the foyer

I ain't a joking clown
You smug wannabe f****r
I'll take your crown
And be the Lord of the S****y Burger

You could've taken some time
If only for a dime
But now it's too late
You won't live this time

I'll sue yourselves
And I'll sue your elves
And I'll sue your kids
And I'll sue your zits
And I'll sue your wife
And I'll sue your knife
And I'll sue your eyes
With some sharpened ice

I might not have the money
But don't think I won't
A man of my position
Honors his deep, cold derision

© 2011 Miles


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very funny well done

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Miles
Miles

Darmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, Germany



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I'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..

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