The Baja Blast Variant of the Lord's Prayer

Our Baja, who blasts in heaven,

Fruity be thy fizz;

 

Thy deliciousness persist,

Thy fizziness give bliss

With my burritos as with my tacos.

 

Give me this Crunchwrap

 

— My daily gordita  — 

And forgive me for stealing 10 gallons of you

From the soda fountain,

 

As I forgive Taco Bell for having the balls to charge $4 for a cheesy rollup

 

And lead me not into going to Chipotle instead,

But deliver me from fast food price gouging.

 

For thine is the syrupiness,

And the sweetness,

And the blastedness,

 

Now until the eventual bankruptcy of Yum! Brands (owner of Taco Bell and Pizza Hut),

 

Amen.

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Vincent St. Clare

This is a quasi-prose poem (and an expansion, by Vincent St. Clare, upon a post by X (formerly Twitter) user @krrronk) written in 2024 and published online to my (Vincent St. Clare) Medium account later the same year.

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