In parking lot we set ourselves
Unpacked the Taco Bell
Away from others in the ‘burg
But with a crunchy shell
The bench was sturdy? Kinda ish
The hood stayed up? Maybe
Outside was warm enough for us
Despite the snow? We’ll see
The toolset is sitting there
With ratchets and a drill
The Baja Blast is sketchy and
Is like an acid spill
My people are arrayed around
But others come to say
That parking lot has now been closed
So we must go away