The dorito
ranging in colors,
shapes, and various tastes,
each triangular chip
hiding a secret.
The dorito
staring innocently up
at your unsuspecting face
waiting to surprise you
with a spice attack
to your poor, poor taste buds.
The dorito
powdered with cheesy goodness,
after the sound of the satisfying crunch
an explosion of rich flavor
warming you from the inside.
The dorito,
the king of all snackfoods.
A/N: I.... I just-just had to, alright?
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don't judge. doritos are awesome.
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Tiger Feathers
PoetryJust a collection of poems. First is most recent, last is from years ago.