Mr. Edwards felt I was being insubordinate
but I still believe our venture would be far more profitable
if we served only varieties of cheese fries.

There’s an emptiness inside me
only poetry and savory snack treats can fill.
Is there something wrong with me?

Have you ever seen Cheesus,
the Cheeto that looks like our Heavenly Father?
I make the pilgrimage to the shrine in Houston every year.

Are you paying attention, friend?
I know you’re busy but I just heard
the saddest song in the world:

O, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener…