Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Cheeseburger – Daily Writing – July 1st

The problem with a cheeseburger is that word that is hanging off the front of the word ‘burger’- Cheese. Already I have documented my displeasure with this staple of the Western world, but just to recap – sour, dour, strange reaction, apoplexy, vomitous, churning sea stomach the moment I taste it. If you can imagine typex being applied to your tongue that’s how it is for me with cheese, so the solution is just the plain old burger – the small ones – I won’t get brand specific for fear of litigation.

I sit in the window sometimes on my way home on the bike when in a hurry. I sit in the window and watch the dance of the traffic outside, the busy hurried lives of other souls who are on their way to better things now the working day is done. I watch them hop skip and jump across the pedestrian crossings on their way to a better something. I’m sitting here with my hands clawing at a waxy wrapper unpeeling it from anemic thin ‘Australia’s next top model’ bun I raise it to my mouth like a shotgun and I’m about to pull the trigger and blow my brains out , but as I bite I decide the stomach will do for tonight. I wonder how much sugar is in the bun, it seems to dissolve like sherbet, and the pattie of meat has a uniform consistency and flavour – because this is the junior model, the meat is only a sliver thinner than my tongue- at least with a cheeseburger it’s a double dose, but even the thought of that cooked cheese that’s dripped all over the meat is enough to begin my gag reaction, to start my volcano stomach wanting to erupt…. I did mention I don’t like cheese didn’t I?