Hot Dog Fight At The Supermarket Poem by Kevin Rottweiler

the hot dogs came alive
one package at a time
slithering from moist wrappers
seeking warm buns
escaping to the floor
they were going to fight a war
and escape out the door
yes hot dogs
with minds of genius
the hot dogs came alive
never would they be tortured
in a frying pan, grill or oven
bursting at the seams
covering their burns with vaseline
people can be mean
and the hot dogs can scream
one hot dog went outside
then he died
another found a car
another one found a bar
one became a rap star
the hot dogs came alive
they escaped out the door