This is a poem for all the Dads

Fast Food Dining Room

If you’re a Dad of teen or tween

And you’re craving a taco or burrito of bean

Hear me out, do not ask them to dine in

At the Taco Bell dining room of sin

It’s colorful, bright and an old person’s delight

With sticky booths of plastic and taco picture windows

…it’s drastic

It’s an embarrassment to every Gen Z

Especially when the entire drive thru can see

You sitting in a booth with your Dad who’s long in the tooth

With his sauce pile of fire and all the napkins you desire

These kids, they all want to head for the door-a

Before a complete and total loss of aura

So just don’t do it bruh, be cool and drive-thru it

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