As simple as a taco," people say
When speaking of dichotomies of life
The spices of this sentence tend to stay
In simple flavors filled with ease and strife
The taco, a philosophy you eat
Just look at the simplicity at hand
It's folded in the middle, filled with meat
You'll find them fresh at any taco stand
And while the taco has a complex taste
It's simply filled with all you hope to find
In simple food too good to share or waste
Unless of course you've simply lost your mind!
A life that's lived like this is here to stay
"As simple as a taco," so they say.
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