Yo Quiero

A Poem by Apollos

For those times you lose something you love.

I lost a dear friend who used to work for Taco Bell.
No...not Frito Lay.
I don’t know if any of you know any Movers or Shakers who could make an impact if they heard what I had to say.
Ask if they believe in The Resurrection so that the Chicken Chipotle Griller could come back and play.

Cuando no tengo denero.
Me gusta la palabras de el perro.
Como con El Jefe.
Bebo con no leche pero Baja canta de mi corazone caliente.

Let’s hope I made Senor Gonzales proud as I used cuatro anos de Espanol to ring that Bell ever so loud.
They just now started delivery,
But when they look at my order history they have no business calling me a Man of Mystery.

Melinda trying to offer me Splenda but I said “Hey Sista, I’m here to have a Blast!”
No, I’m not living from the past but if the drink I come here for doesn’t have any carbonation then I refuse to support this operation.

I don’t even want to bring up the migration from the Chipotle Chicken Griller.
I found it to be a thriller but perhaps Cheesy Potato & Beefy Nacho are a dynamic duo.
But have you considered that maybe the Beefy Frito Burrito should stand alone based on its own merit?
Am I just a proud parent who feels Frito is looking muy bonito in comparison to Nacho who looks like the guy who never takes off his pancho?

But now it’s apparent that I’m losing heart as I’ve decided to use my time to pick my favorite fast food joint apart.
I’m a creature of habit and I haven’t been able to back track since there’s no proper chicken for me to be picking.
Yo Quiero Chipotle.
Now that I’ve said it...are we ok?