Curly and crispy,
Salty and smoky,
You put the pizazz in my pierogies,
Combined with onions,
You are the perfection of my pizza.
Without you, a cheeseburger is some sort of cheap sandwich.
With you, (and extra onions),
It is as spectacular as prime rib.
You make me as happy as when I was in third grade,
When the prettiest teacher in the world would put
A happy face on my spelling tests,
With the words, "Great Job!".
You more than make up for the stinking,
Ill-tempered beast that is your origin.
Without you, the world is cold and empty,
Like sex without foreplay.
I really like bacon...
Thanks for reading,
Purgatory: A place of suffering and torment with an unknown duration. In Roman Catholic Theology-the place where the dead are purified from their sins.
By Rage Against The Machine