Hamburger

I am a hamburger
the lettuce and tomato are like
a blanket and a mattress to me
the bacon like pajamas
the buns are the frames of me
the ketchup and cheese
are my
skin
I am put on a tray with a bunch
of chatty french fries
fingers come down and
wrap themselves
around me
I am brought
up and up and up
I see gleaming white teeth
a mouth behind them opening
ow, my eye
the teeth chomp down
now my feet
my arm
the fingers put me down
more pick up the tray
and dump me in a
brown paper sack
I bump around
I hope hamburgers after me
won't be hurt so much