13/01/2009, 11:02 PM
You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger.
You raise it to your lips and take a bite.
Your eye twitches involuntarily.
Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs.
You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands.
I give you a hamburger.
You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands.
You cannot swallow.
There are children at the top of the stairs.
A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun.
I give you a hamburger.
You look at my face, and I am pleading with you.
The children are crying now.
You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite.
I give you a hamburger.
You are on your knees.
You plead with me to go across the street.
I hear only children's laughter.
I give you a hamburger.
You are screaming as you fall down the stairs.
I am your child.
You cannot see anything.
You take a bite of the hamburger.
The concrete rushes up to meet you.
You awake with a start in your own bed.
Your eye twitches involuntarily.
I give you a hamburger.
As you kill me, I do not make a sound.
I give you a hamburger.
You asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon.
You asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist.
Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground.
You awake as a hamburger.
You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips.
The world is in sepia.
Why are wee speaking German?
A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow.
Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties.
You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.
You raise it to your lips and take a bite.
Your eye twitches involuntarily.
Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs.
You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands.
I give you a hamburger.
You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands.
You cannot swallow.
There are children at the top of the stairs.
A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun.
I give you a hamburger.
You look at my face, and I am pleading with you.
The children are crying now.
You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite.
I give you a hamburger.
You are on your knees.
You plead with me to go across the street.
I hear only children's laughter.
I give you a hamburger.
You are screaming as you fall down the stairs.
I am your child.
You cannot see anything.
You take a bite of the hamburger.
The concrete rushes up to meet you.
You awake with a start in your own bed.
Your eye twitches involuntarily.
I give you a hamburger.
As you kill me, I do not make a sound.
I give you a hamburger.
You asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon.
You asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist.
Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground.
You awake as a hamburger.
You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips.
The world is in sepia.
Why are wee speaking German?
A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow.
Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties.
You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.