Burger King There's this guy at my apartment complex who walks to his fast-food job every single day. He wears the same shirt, the same pants, the same backpack, the same pair of headphones, and always has the same blank expression on his face. And every time I see him, I can't help but wonder if he's just dedicated or completely insane.
This is fantastic!! I love it. Thanks for giving me a laugh. Good poem!!
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Thanks, Laura, glad you liked it!
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