Hotdogs Poem by John Sensele

Hotdogs within me feel so good
They make me cry with desire
Cos they ain't nothing but good food.

Though critics say my behaviour stood
For nothing but a mind on fire
Hot dogs within me feel so good.

I don't give a cuss in what mood
Hunger finds me provided feelings inspire
Views that ain't nothing but good food.

Society and piety claim it's crude
Cos my dude children he'll sire
Hot dogs within me feel good.

A plethora of kids forms a brood
That's my legacy that ain't for hire
Or slavery cos hot dogs are good food.

Yapping and yakking are rude
Cos such talk arouses my ire.
Hot dogs within feel good
Cos hotdogs ain't nothing but good food.