tasteless lines

here is a ridiculous recollection of an even more ridiculously irrelevant fact.. i am becoming good at ridiculous things, with way too much free time..

yesterday, I ate a boca burger with my friend without any toppings or any dressing. I didn’t order any toppings as it surpassed my abysmal intellect to think of it.. I’m switched off sometimes, and later, lazy to fill it with toppings again..

it was pretty bland, actually very bland. more blander (if there is a word) than usual.

we exchanged some lines on the absolute tastelessness, and had a good laugh about it (and about what not). and here they are, re-phrased (since the actual lines could be nauseating, injurious or just plain irritating like the following)..

any taste on the bun was fried out of it

and boca had the innate qualifying skill;

pepper jack was the icing, and a tragedy

tastelessness, thy name was the burger.

all forces came together, for lack of it;

a tasteless conversation, end of circle

it surpassed the fortnight ago one;

yet we are here, eating and laughing.

no taste buds stretched any muscles;

20 minutes of vacuum munching, 

we felt like puppies with chew toys

life’s one big boca for the hypers.

pepper and sauce were the martyrs

we let go of them, they were in vain.

a blander object matter, could not be

yet it passed all rules of edible world.

after two weeks of other cuisines, bored

we’ll come back to the same, boca burger

get it to the same desk, again no toppings,

eat it, whine about it, think of these lines.