Sadness.
It wraps me up tightly like a burrito.
Chicken is my core,
Peppers are the emotions,
People are the sauce,
I am a burrito of sadness.
Tasty to mankind,
Different things inside,
Hidden by a cover,
The pretty bread.
Take a nice bite and enjoy me while you can because this burrito will soon get to show you who's the man.
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Poetically Driven
RandomDriving a car, Singing in a bar, Naked nights, Bad fights, All this time was given, To just be Poetically Driven. All rights reserved ©
