burger king

because i could not stop for Burger king
he meanly stopped for me.
the Mustang held but just ourself.
and Stackanaitors with french fires.


We fastly drove-he had a lot of hast.
and i had put in my mouth
My stackaniator and my fries too.
for his mean personality

we passed mcdonalds, where they served mc nugets
at lunch time-in the parking lot-
we passed Wendy's where no one ate in there messy parking lot
we passed the giant BK Sing


Or rather he followed us
The monutian dews falling from the sky
for only tuxes, and my hair
my burgers and only fries


we passed befor a parking lot that semmed
a greasy of the ground
the roof was blown up
the king was no more.

since then the king died-tis centuries-and yet
feels shorter than the day i ate there
i first summised the burger beef
were toward eternity of burgers-