An Ode to Taco Bell...

[BrokeAss]

Meat, cheese, vegetables,
On some sort of tortilla,
A myriad different ways,
To develop diarrhea

Every time I'm in your restaurant,
I can't believe my eyes,
What the hell are all these choices,
No Juan would recognize?!

Shells made of Doritos,
Or a thin slice of fried chicken,
Tator tot stuffed burritos,
With cheese sauce just to slicken

Would it not be better,
To focus your attention,
On five good menu items,
And not your Yum Brands pension?

Head on down to Marketing,
And fire all the staff,
Instead of once again reducing,
A soft taco's meat by half

Where is this bead of meat from,
A beef-filled caulking gun?
The only place you will find less,
Is on a White Castle bun

Alas you can't bear all the blame,
Some lies with the Masses,
We come in droves with cash-in-hand,
Bunch of easily pleased dumb-assess

And now before I leave you,
I hope you'll contemplate,
It's true that sometimes less is more,
And please give me a number eight...!!!