Perfect Poem by Jon Butter

Perfect



The perfect burger:
Thin and fried,
Gooey cheese,
Grilled Bun,
Ketchup and
Onions and
Shoestring Fries on the side.

The only problem with my lunch is
Remembering you chose him.

I loved you perfect every time,
and now I will wash down the
Bitter taste with cola.

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Jon Butter

Jon Butter

Seoul, Republic of Korea
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