ODE TO CHEESE TACOS

So long as heroes continue to exist, so does those who cannot be saved.

I am but another lie, another far-flung hope, another vestigial dream.

In a land far away (so far that not even satellites can connect, land of neither network nor Wi-Fi)

there lived a primitive species of men.

These grisly affairs contend, smelt like the teenage male, battled like the female soul, and raged with a child’s demented mind;

these crude souls deprived, of air conditioning, sewage, and delight, of that glorious delight!

So with a kindly mind, brought I to this age, such creations of a glowing bright;

Not knowing that the blind knew naught the Sight

Indulged in craze and in hormonal rage, in plight and war-like desire to simply fight,

That civilization crushed by and took to flight, this dismal world was left in dark, dark night—

Of all my gifts they took just measly One, and twas to perish with them all

My Cheese Tacos, at each other they, like ogres and beasts, flung—

Storms of stringy yellow grew, as tempests and tornadoes, and I was appalled

At last the berserkers calmed their minds, yet then their world in tatters hung,

Like a store after Black Friday, the mobs had done their deeds,

And because they could not starve, they ate their weapons!

Thus all perished from food poisoning,

From that Expired Cheese.