An Ode to Taco Bell

Do not take me to KFC

The Burger King or Mickey D’s

At 11 o’ clock at night

It is the Bell that feels right

You are what I want

I write here in font

Gorditas, chalupas and nachos galore

That’s what I’m craving and much, much more

Soft tacos, burritos, and the crunchwrap supreme

The Lincoln in my pocket is more than it seems

Now this is over, Ima grab me some Bell

Or at least hang out there, to enjoy the smell

Taco Bell, thanks for being awesome.