Soul Burgers

As read to you by SuperHyuga Yoshi-chan and Marik Ishtar

By: SuperHyuga Yoshi-chan

Once upon a time

underneath the seemingly shallow skin of a blonde boy

the kid with the pretty violet eyes

ripped right off the sunset,

was a lurkingly selfish creature

of infamous divinity.

Underneath the veins of bullshitted narcissism

And nerves of copper steel

are grafts of the inner skin

slates of human-encoded imperfection

hung upon hooks of hatred

and aged until they're a perfect shade of denial green.

They are

Grilled to perfection

by the haunting infamy

that lives off the addiction

of said pieces;

taking delight in each bite until it's forced to say:

"Mmmmmmm...That's some damn good soul!"

Fast Forward to the Present Day!

It is in fact

Tomorrow's

Other

Day

At

Yoke

And

Me, Marik Ishtar and Yami Bakura

Happened to have decided

Apparently

Pleasantly

Perplexingly

Yellowed and mellowed

to try something new.

The runaround we did

was indeed some tough stuff

and we need something new to eat

that's not a huge fuss.

Bakura decides to stay awake

and responsibility he takes:

he drives,

while my excitement looks outside.

"Were are we going?"

"What'll we eat?"

"Is there a playground?"

"How about a bench to sleep?"

The questions tumbled out in an anxious blur,

the cream puff just chuckled and said

"You'll see."

We drove up to the restaurant

to my horror I take in

a mascot, food junkies, and whiffs of burger in the air.

My stomach almost threw

when it saw the drive-thru.

What, did the cows withdraw their self-respect, too?

But to my utmost worry and fear

The sign that was near read:

"Maggie's Sooooooul Food is the Best:

When it comes to competition, we stomp out the rest!"

Well how many souls have they selfishly stolen,

just to feed the gratifications of the junkies that owned them?

Meanwhile Bakura parked, got up and yawned.

He smiled: "I've been meaning to go here for awhile;

they give discounts for friends,

and we don't tip at the end."

I heard the words from a faraway place.

My butt was glued to the seat

I was going No-Place!

Bakura whined(or so I thought)

"Marik, you're wasting bloody time,

we can go in or get the hell out-"

"No! I jumped out my seat with my Rod.

"I'll go." I clutched my Rod harder.

Despite the fact that I meant "No."

"Well, let's go. After you." He smirked at me.

We walked over to the restaurant;

I opened the portal to be embraced

by a cold breath of greasy air.

Waitresses were serving people with gusto and a mellow flair.

We sat down and ordered from

the unique, non-generic menus;

the splashes of artistic color gave it a warm hue.

Bakura got us both Soul Burgers,

while I tried not to puke.

Our plates were delivered to us;

In between two buns sat a whopper of a meal:

yummy pinto beans, spinach leaves,

red onion slices and a tomato.

A melted slice of Mozzarella with a patty stuffed in between.

A salad on the side, oh how refreshing,

already tossed with the right amount of ranch dressing.

"It's chuck: 90% pure beef, 10% fat."

"I don't care." I snap.

"Sorry. Thought that was something you'd need."

"For what?" Picked at my salad, took a bite; scarfed it down in a minute.

Bakura started at me with a wide-eyed sort of look, interested.

He smirked again and said"To eat."

He picked up his bun and took a big bite.

"Mmmmmmm..." He said with all his might.

One chocolate orb cracked in expectancy.

I guess he was waiting for my bathroom Truancy.

But instead, I gulped and my courage took over,

I decided "I guess I could take one bite."

I commanded my hands mentally to "MOVE!"

They quivered; they knew what was impending and near.

I picked up the bun

said "One chomp and I'm done!"

And dove straight forward to see what I've won.

I took that chomp, relaxed (sigh!) and savored.

The pinto beans were sweet, simmered to perfection like life perfect memories.

Spinach leaves like the awesome crisp of summer clover you can always eat.

Red onions and Tomato; a sharp but short-lived reminder of bitter and bloody times gone past.

The Mozzarella: the cheesy glue that blanketed it all together.

And the patty: tangy and full of flavor like life itself.

I absorbed each bite and then realized,

the beef in this burger is pretty vital.

The cows must have lived very full, happy, lives.

My respect towards them grew out ten-fold.

And the satisfied, warm feeling was mine to hold.

Back Track to the Future of the Previous Narration!

While the blonde-haired boy was enjoying his Soul Burger

and being "footsied" by his cream puff friend;

His grafts of copper steel

and stolen imperfections

realized that they were misconceptioned.

They could not

Would not

Ra knows Should Not

be slated and hung like emotional dung

in order to be turned into an edible fungus

to feed a hay-wired, gone wrong take on the new definition of inner hatred.

And with that, the grafts were gone,

regrown by a newfound confidence.

The stolen imperfections?

They won the war like a piece of cake.

They got re-encoded and became a part of the kick-ass DNA:

Do

Not

Abolish my soul!

And with that, I return to the urgency of the currency at the human home.

After I finish my burger, I asked Bakura

"Are you gonna finish-"

He pushed the plate towards me and stated "-yours."

At the end of our lunch,

I had remembered each munch:

37 burger savories

29 salad salvages.

Before we walked out the door I asked Bakura:

"Y'know can we eat here the same day...next month?"

~Footnotes~

Hello. It's me, SuperHyuga Yoshi-chan! This poem's dedicated to LittleKuriboh!

Would you read it to Marik and Bakura, please? I think they'd like to hear it.

Your friend,

Yoshi-chan!