The Taco

April 23, 2012
By Matt_teh_Kat GOLD, Puyallup, Washington
Matt_teh_Kat GOLD, Puyallup, Washington
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The shell crunches like the crushing of bones,
The only tomato sits lost and alone,
strands of lettuce fall like souls with no beat
cheese on beef like our skin on our meat,
resting on top of a filthy plate
at least the taco knows its place



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