Ham Burger

This Wednesday in English class, we were presented with a template to write a poem about ourselves, by "sandwiching" information about ourselves in between our first and last names. Needless to say, this isn't about me. Meet Ham Burger.

Ham
greasy, juicy, quarter-pounder
father of cheeseburger and bacon cheeseburger
lover of fries and cokes and milkshakes
who feels old and tired compared to chicken strips
who needs lettuce, tomato, and onion but only gets a bun, condiments, and a pickle
who gives a full feeling, a familiar menu option, an escape
who fears the tofu burger, mad cow disease, and McDonald's
who would like to see teenagers crowded into downtown diners, jukeboxes, and no fast food chains
who lives with malted milkshake in a rented apartment
Burger