Nobody listens
to haikus about fast food
like they used to do.

Today Chipotle
For the first time ever.
I'm not quite dead yet.

-Dan F., who followed this poem up with:

Although I have a
ringing in my ear, and my
jaw feels metallic.

Changed my meat today-
the beef instead of chicken.
I feel so empty.

Eye twitching for two
days straight; only stops when at
Chipotle. Harumph.

I'm angry today.
Burritos didn't fix it.
PMS, man-style?

Brought some leftovers
Ate them next to crazy guy
Wouldn't stop talking

Chipotle two days
in a row; dare I say I
could use a salad?

Been sick with the flu.
I wonder why Chipotle
won't just serve me soup.

My Official St Patrick's Day Limerick

Thanks to St. Pat to walk was a mess
I did not expect anything less
When drunks filled the streets
Faced with our defeat
To Chipotle we retreat; hell yes!

St. Patrick's Day Limerick

With St. Patrick's Day crowds I was sickened
The crowd on Fifth Ave. it did thicken.
Though we could not cross
It wasn't a loss
I still had my bowl with some chicken.