Ode to El Borrico

Jane and I went for Mexican food last night. I never tire of it, but it never seems to live up to my loving, time-honored favorite:

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Mmmm.... #1: El Borrico, w/shredded chicken. House
Marguarita -- no salt.
BIG glass o' water. Yes, yes: the hour of my
digestive undoing draws
near. Yet, I embrace this culinary dissolution.
What spectacle! Take me
down to depths of cheesy debauchery and bury me

'neath a shredded iceberg
knoll. Scald my wicked flesh with salsa and top me
with a solitary lima
bean. O gassy rapture! This destiny I can no
longer deny.

To the celestial, and my colon's idol, the most
beautified Borrico---
Doubt thou mine ass shoots fire,
Doubt my tortured bowels to move;
Doubt that I'm over-tired,
But never doubt my love.
O dear Borrico, I am ill in my adjustable chair. I
find no comfort in
pancakes, no solace in Kettle Krisps.
There is no glee in pastrami -- never to compare to
my love for thee.
O perfection with picante, my unholy love for you.
Thine evermore, you Spanish goddess-whore,
tender sloppy burrito,
so long as my loving jaw doth move…

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Note: to be found only at Benny's Cantina, 7th & Grant, Denver, CO. http://www.bennysrestaurant.com/