An Ode

This is you at your very best.

Eaten while I drive my car,
my tongue gathers the grains of salt from my bottom lip
after several lusty bites.

I hurry to inhale you
as I plunge my hand into the paper bag
bringing forth your golden glory unto me.

Pungent, hot, crispy, salty, tangy, briny
biting hot oil and tuber (for that is what you are).

Uniformly good and bad
but when you’re good you’re devilishly good
and when you’re bad the taste and odor are revolting.

I must get my fulfillment before the flavor
literally fades away in minutes;
my tastebuds sing out as the
deliciousness runs through me,
hitting my stomach.

And then I reach my destination.