Ode to Flamin’ Hot Cheetos
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Oh vermilion Cheetos,
cruel temptress of a foul fate,
how hawt thine sun shineth.
Thy wicked flames,
do entrance my only tongue,
until I endeavour naught,
but for the crunch and taste
of my crimson mistress.
Verily, ye, though, I must,
Eat not too many nor too much,
Elsewise you ache my bottom when I poo.
