Fadi Hamati ’14
Untitled Poem, by Fadi Hamati
My Dairy Queen’s udders are like the sun
with flavors and colors they come in blue and red
Their nipples shoot fire at the speed of a cowboy’s gun
Their flavors last for days, a taste will stick in your head.
DQ’s slender sound fills the sky
With ice cream, pancakes, smiles & colors
DQ will surely get you drunk and high
Because there it’s always happy hours
Shit might happen and you might be there alone
Taking hits, slipping under and falling down below
You’ll be stepping into darkness and the cold unknown
But when you’re there take a breath, easy and slow
Just know that DQ has got your back
You’ll never fall…shit…I want a big mac.
