Hot Cheetos

They're red and crunchy with quite the kick

And with a hit of lemon they leave you wanting more

After a seven hour day of watching the professor do his tricks 

I hop off the 356 bus and hit the local 7 eleven store

In I walk and there they are those glourious chips

Once I get home I quickly finish my chores

Because there they are waiting 

They warm my soul with each and every lick

They're red and crunchy with quite the kick

This poem is about: 
Me

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