This...Is a poem about the love of my life, food.
Food is good. Food is great.
Wanting more of what I JUST ate.
Cookout. Chick-Fil-A.
I could eat it all damn day.
Let's talk about pizza for a sec.
Hot damn, it's better than sex.
The greasy taste I can't get enough of.
The cheese greatness that I just love.
The crunchy crust that makes you want more.
While we're talking about food, let's talk s'mores.
The crunchy graham cracker, wrapped in a fluffy sweetness, with gooey chocolate just melting away.
Like I said, I could eat food all day.
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