Rumi-style Taco Bell poem

Lovers don’t need to speak
They just dance, and eat Double Chalupas.
I used to be a speck,
Come join me,
As we float through the air inside Taco Bell…

There was a rich prince,
Who was soul-tired,
So he hopped on a donkey and went to Taco Bell,
Love is like a Doritos Locos Taco:
Empty, yet full of fake-beef.

This forum is His,
He drinks this forum,
Like I drink Baja Blast from Taco Bell,
Come dance with us,
Or else soul-perish.

Rumi

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That’s so deep, man!

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Lol. That’s funny.

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I like your poem, do you like the song?

I used to work at Taco Bell. All I can say is don’t order beef items before 12 PM. They use the same beef from the previous day. I thoroughly enjoyed your poem Nomad.

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