The Donner Party - Lethal Lunch

Racing down the highway while scrolling through your phone
James Taylor tunes are cranking but your tummy starts to moan
You spot a fill up station with a Quickie Mart attached
You stop to get some munchies so the hunger is dispatched
You're searching for something
Your pie hole is foaming
A twinkle or yodel won't do
You lurch down the aisles
There's junk food for miles
It all seems to good to be true
A plate full of corn chips
is just what you crave
But the platter is looking quite bare
Then you see the machine
Labeled nacho cheese
And you slather them without a care
You're filling up your gullet with sustenance you found
You start to sweat, you're stomach quakes, you're heart begins to pound
Your limbs are growing weary, blood trickles from your nose
You're crying out in anguish as your throat begins to close
Botulism toxins dissolving your brain
Your head hits the floor with a thud
The scene is quite gross, when you're found comatose in a puddle of nachos and blood
They called in the priest, the outlook is grim
The doctor has declared you dead
You did not survive, you'd still be alive
If you reached for a beef stick instead
Could of just had a beef stick
Should of just had a beef stick instead
You needed a fix
A Zagnut or Twix
Death was far beyond your expectations
A lethal lunch
You did not have a hunch
Condiments were beyond expiration
You're short of breath
Nearing death
Slowly you choke
On your Big Gulp of Coke
A loss of sight
From just one bite
A fatal disease
Liquid cheese
You passed away
Next to the chia pet display
The moral of this story, when hungry on the road
When in a crunch, the lethal lunch is never apropos
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Written by:
Ross Snyder

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