Taco Bell

Forgive me Padre, for I have sinned:

I ate at Taco Bell again.

The consequences will be dire,

when I partake of the sauce of fire.


The burritos entice me so,

I had no choice but to go.

They had their doors open,

and now my anus is broken.


The tacos, they were so cheap,

but beauty is only tortilla deep.

I left Taco Bell with only my pride,

but even I couldn't keep that inside.


The End

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