I see you sitting over there
I'm trying my best not to stare
Your features hand carved to perfection
Leaving me in a pool of affection

If I could have you as mine
Life would be divine
I could hold you in the palm of my hand
We could take long walks on sand

But when I'm hungry what will I do
I might have to turn to you;
A circle sweating in grease
That gives me uncertainty

The second I go to take a bite
The beast ruins my delight
You rolled away gracefully
I let you go never losing my devotion

He ate you in one bite
You were my only light
Chicken nugget chicken nugget
You were a puppet
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As the days go by I get sour
Thinking about all the chicken nuggets I could devour
But then it hits me
Can I replace you?

In the Wendy's drive thru
I ponder should I get a number ten?
Or eat off the value menu again?
I make the decision
The words danced out of my mouth
“Can I get a number ten?”

A sudden shock of happiness strikes me
I see you sitting in the bag
Sadness overcomes me
Will it ever be the same?
I take my chicken nuggets to the same spot
The spot where I lost you

As I reach in the bag as careful as ever
Pressure builds when I see a dog run at me
Lighting speed I try to turn away
I was no match; the chicken nuggets were the prey

One minute, 60 seconds they were all gone

I pull through Wendy's once again
Can I get a number ten?

I see the white bag in the passenger side
Is it worth it I decide
I reach in once again
I can feel the sandpaper texture on my skin
I plop it in my mouth

Hoping that things do not go south
One after another I start to wonder
Do I even like chicken nuggets?