That gooey tasty cheesy tang, those spicy jalapeno wagon wheels, roll into my stomach, bloody meat, run red with salsa, with tomato, white with onion, green with envy, avocado mashed, smashed, sour cream, topping those golden triangles, that crisp, that crunch, divine dinner, luscious lunch, I have a hunch, to munch, lips scrunch, maw opens, the final crunch, mastication, vacation, relation, gestation, revelation. Nachoation.

Hey folks, my nacho beat poetry career is really taking off, as you can obviously read above. I’ve got a vinyl pressing of my last show coming out soon, so be sure to sign up for the pre-order pre-launch page on PrePledge for first backer cred. Yeah, I’ve been channeling the raw poetic truth about nachos all over… I mean… I…

Oh god, what am I doing? I shouldn’t be writing nacho beat poetry, I should be eating nachos. Wow, I almost really blew that right? That would have been a real mistake. I don’t know what I’m going to do with these 10,000 “Hymns of Uncaged Nachos” records I ordered though. I will never financially recover from this. JKLOL

On this, the fourteenth anniversary of this fair site (just ignore a few of the bare patches occasionally) we should never be writing beat poetry about nachos, or anything else. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “No Rhymes = No Poetry, #LimerickLife”, and I have the non rhyming poetry protest banners to prove it. But I digress, we’re here for nachos.

And doesn’t that just sum up life? We’re all just here for the nachos, each and every one of us. Don’t take it from me, a fourteen year veteran of the nacho reporting beat, take it from your heart. Take it from your stomach. Take your nachos and eat them. Everyone else should be taking their nachos and eating them. We should all be eating our nachos.

Did I just come up with a new bumper sticker? Copyright copyright TM TM TM. Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone.