The 6ix

Table Of Contents

2. Ode to Hunger 

3. Return to the Mac

4. Can I get uhhhh…

5. The Aftermath: Collection of Cinquains(Crapsey)

6. Chalupa

7. Regret 

Ode to Hunger

Oh hunger why do you make me this way

When I’m just itchin’

Can't wait any longer 

I need to, have to, want to

Get my fixin’

It doesn't have to be anything new

Oh hunger why do you make me this way

Same old burger will suffice 

Even pizza with cheese 

Please lord just let it be

Please lord let me get a slice 

I'll pay any toll or fee

Oh hunger why do you make me this way

Shall I order and it be delivered 

Or should I drive and let fate decide 

This couch sure is comfy

But it's nice out and I can't be shivered 

I should go out and not be a mummy

Oh hunger why do you make me this way

Oh hunger you make me get my keys

Oh hunger you take all my money

Oh hunger you cannot be shaken

Oh hunger you bring me to my knees

Oh hunger bring me a biscuit, flakin’

Return to the Mac

I hop in my car only one thing in mind

To find me a meal so fair and so kind 

I don’t have to travel far to the Burger King

I only have to go five minutes to get a wing 

As I drive down the road

A burger crosses my mind or does a tender 

I can’t decide,should I flip a coin 

Kentucky fried, with mashed potatoes on the side 

I am so undecided, I can’t focus on the ride

When the chili and the fries join 

When it comes to food I cannot resist a bender 

And my hunger is clear not code 

I pull into the Taco Bell  

Unknown are my deciding factors 

What will I order I cannot tell 

The worker hits me with a question I cannot combat 

Can I get uhhh…

Clinging on for dear life as the question is popped 

Half of me want this but, the other half

As I go to speak my mind goes blank 

Later I will compare this to Napoleon being stopped 

Under pressure worse than any comedian needing a laugh

Plays running out, clock winding down, failing like an engine to crank

Always clutch, like Mike in his prime, Chalupa 

The Aftermath: Collection of Cinquains(Crapsey)

Restraint 

Waiting 

Desire burns great 

Cannot be without one 

Arms reach out for another but 

A divider 

The bag

Reception

It comes

Into my hands 

With grace I hold the gift

The smell welcomes my nostrils

I reach into the bag 

My hands feel for 

Taco

Reveal

Good god

The Chalupa 

Immaculate taco 

I cannot resist the taco

I sit in its glory

Please give me more  

The bell

Chalupa

The flakes just fall of the tortilla 

Like snowflakes in the december sky

The cheesy melted and soft 

Soft like freshly washed sheets 

Beef battered in the best season belonging to a Bell 

Shall I save the spectacular showing sitting steadily

Will I waste wonder and unleash wrath upon the worth 

Deciding to devour the dish was delightful and decided 

Tongue dancing with joy

Every bite talking to me 

Sour cream pale as a ghost 

Until there was nothing 

Regret

Shame crosses my mind as the carnage is bestowed upon me

I can no longer deal with the loss 

Something this swell cannot be lost to the world 

As a tear sheds my eye baja blast fills my mouth like a well

All I can say is goodbye, goodbye to the best I ever hadd