I love you dear Burrito.
Encompassed in a tubular crepe
rocketing my taste buds and neurotransmitters
into a field of delight.
I love being drawn metaphorically into the
conflict of the human condition.
The condition of you Burritto being
drawn to my tummy.
Your crepe lips collide with my flesh lips,
and your bean content becomes one
with my stomach content, in a play
of unity ‑ unity with a hint of disturbance.
When your crepe lips and my flesh lips collide,
You bring me joy and pain ‑ joy and pain.
YouÍre a GI rocketship you crazy burretto.
YouÍre a GI rocketship you crazy burritto.
Kiss my GI system into submission
with your dance of taste and nutrients.
And help me to submit into the knowledge that
I love you crazy burritto.
Like a long lost lover,
I love your crepe lips despite the pain.
So I wrap my lips around your lips,
and consume you with love and pleasure.
And chew you, and absorb your bean soul
into my effervescent soul, residing in the house that God built.
SO SOON WE MET FAIR BURRITTO ‑
AND SO SOON WE SAY GOODBY.
No praise to the phallic images of man.
striving for immortality.
Just a salute to you, and IÍll not forget you
you wonderful, tubular, pleasure crepe!