MURDER BURGER
 
We ate cheeseburgers insane. Outside the
window a pilot flew into the crowd. We
took home souvenir tattoos, not afraid
of the permanent impression on the young
folks, old punks, some cartoons characters.
 
Our lunch was cold. The cops don't come.
 
Somebody's mother is so drunk. The pilot
staggers. She hits on him. Murder burgers
are the latest thing.
 
Assassinate the corporate clown. My rights
to E. coli are protected by slaw. I am free
to do what I want with ketchup. Do what
I want! I'll do what I want with ketchup.
Do what I want! I'll do what I want with
ketchup. I'll put 24 packets of ketchup on
my murder burgers, if that's what I want.
Murder burger! If that's what it takes to
make my murder burger slide on down.
 
Murder burger slide on down! Murder burger,
the toilet don't mind when I flush it on
down. Murder burger with ketchup and fries.
 
On the fifth stop of fifty-two state book
tour, he swore on the radio. Hell raised
the ratings and some soap was sold. Hired
a broker soon to be indicted.
 
The name of your baby is pretty. Too bad it
got three arms. A pint of whiskey bought on
Saturday is drunk on Sunday on your front
lawn. Murder burger beer is the latest thing.
 
Congratulations, continental congress.
Congratulations, to our cheeseburger crew.
Continental congress, congratulations.
Your continental mental breakfast is served.