Ode to Cheeseburger

It's a Friday night and all I can think about is you, my cheeseburger.  have hit the rock bottom of dieting. I don't even want to drink! I just want to close my eyes and transport to that magical place where  the fattiest of meats is served, slapped by a mountain of cholesterol deterioration, artery fucking junk, and shove it  down my throat that is all too eager and overly prepared.

And I am thinking on this cheese burger, this ethereal creature. It beckons to me. I pass my kitchen and its like a fucking scene out of Requim for a Dream, when the fridge jumps out and the tv bitch is scary. You cheeseburger, you have captured my heart and my dreams. You have danced in my mind and whispered in to my soul. Eat me. 

I try to take my mind off you. I browse the pages of an endless wifi world. Reddit...fuck you reddit, with your endless food porn and post post of valentines. And those dinners...those Valentines dinners and boxes of chocolate.... Fucking valentines and their luscious meals. I move on to the next best site, redtube. Its no use, every cock and vag looks like a gruyere and grilled mushrooms. I can see is you, my cheeseburger, you, perhaps a comrade such as a plate of chicken chow mein.

Don't stray for too long...I hunger for you.

My god I want a fucking cheese burger.