....into the trash can, in all it's glory. The best part of the sandwich now left to live its days in a landfill, unloved and uneaten. Oh how I wish to stuff my face with your golden buttery tastiness. The eggs and the sausage will have fill my soul and belly, but I realize, they will never be you. We can no longer be lovers my beautiful McDonald's biscuit. I will remember our times together, the way we used to sneak around to keep our love a secret. How I looked forward to holding you in my hands and stuffing you in my face.
Into the trash you go. I will miss you.