Bad Fry
What are you doing there
among the golden ones?
The spot on you is plain to see.
Nestling between the bright and tall,
does not hide the dark stain
that separates you from the others.
Bad fry! Bad fry!
You seek to make me ill,
to gag in disgust,
-- at the very least,
to upset my repast of quick cuisine.
Begone! foul reminder
of my unwise lunch selection.
Harden my arteries,
oh harbingers of death,
but do not let the bad fry
tempt me with its salty goodness.
Sent as a joke to poetry.com
