Five bucks for poetry

Chris said he would pay me five dollars a month to publish 1k words of the poems I got sittin' around on my desktop so basically since I have around 30k words of poetry that's $150 the easy way and I can use that money to fix the screen door at Gramma K's from where she wheeled into it in a drunken rage as I was leaving last time. Anyhow here is some of my poetry. I will do this in installments.

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Avocado
by R. Beef Kazenzakis
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Smell the avocado
Touch it and notice the softness
But what is that nub,
at the top ?
Did you press on it;
I hope you did not.
Because the avocado
-- you guessed it--
...is a grenade.


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Here is the Hard-Boiled Egg
by R. Beef Kazenzakis
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Here is the hard-boiled egg.
It is what you wanted.


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Mexican Restaurant of Death
by R. Beef Kazenzakis
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The taco itself is crispy;
tacos often are.
If you have a Mexican meal,
the taco is often the star.

Perhaps you prefer some beans;
or a long burrito bar.
It doesn't really matter,
if the Mexican restaurant is where you are.

My friend I hate to say it,
because we've come so far,
but hidden in the chalupa
is a ninja throwing star.

OH SHIIIIIIT