I know this is no mistake. It is a revelation,
a flavor revolution, a texture portmanteau
that ends with a cheese plasma core
the dairy cherry on top of this county fair Benedict.
A bite into the second fried nacho ball
I consider that I may have bitten off
more than I can chew, but I can chew
a lot so I forge onward - ever onward.
The third fried nacho ball sits alone,
issues its bright orange challenge
to my face, to my mouth, to my honor.
I accept, of course, because I am
no coward. No, I am the hero
devourer of worlds
King of fried nachos.