Jul 4, 2016

Nacho Rex

Two bites into the first fried nacho ball
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.

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