How could anyone call the following "crappy"
The Make-bile of Burger Bee
I WILL arise and go now, and go to the Burger Bee
And a super-size Triple order , of beef and pink slime made;
a giant slurpy will I have there, and fries in coagulating grease,
And dine alone in the Bee-loud glade.
And I shall have soft-serve there, for soft-serve comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the auto-dispensers to cups of styrofoam
There the neon's all a glimmer, the patrons a strange, green glow,
From the buckets of buffalo wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear sizzling grease with low sounds promise more.
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep intestine's core.
W. B. Eats
