Eldritch millennial disappointed in breakfast burrito

Sing, muse, of the breakfast burrito

The promised deliciousness of daybreak

Eggs, bacon, hash:

That which is so fulfilling

Warming a millennial’s soul

So she may go about her day


But sing, muse, of the



unsatisfying roll

Delivered fresh from the office fridge

Microwaved according to instructions


Sing, muse, of the unnecessary onions

Jammed into the entire burrito

Unwelcome in most cases

But especially in such quantities


Sing, muse, of this breakfast tragedy

And of the eldritch millennial herself

Who had onion breath the rest of the day