Way back in June, when the Pop Cesspool had its genesis, it decided early that the ideal food to eat when philosophizing or complaining about the world is Taco Bell . In my greased hand I hold the key To flatulence and stool. Bean dreams fire, Corrupt, and prime gall. Slurp, yes, crunch Scallion essence And tomato shrapnel.
Tortilla bits Pre-empt romance Or toilet agility.
Munch, munch, munch. Smell, smell, smell. Pass the 7-Up. OK, so it's not Whitman. The worst part about the 7-Layer is that two layers of it are lettuce and tomato.