The Frightmare King
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
My dread began in 2006, on TV his face did appear
The Burger King with the giant head is definitely morose
He lies in wait as you sleep, his head on your bedpost
Behind the blinds in your living room, his plastic face so near
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
You’ll find him in your bubble bath leaving you comatose
And check the backseat of your car, you’ll find him there my dear
The Burger King with the giant head is definitely morose
He stalks you around corners gazing at you with a leer
Creeping behind you at the ATM, his royalty so close
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
Seeing him during Halloween made my heart stop almost
To me, the reason for my irrational fear is certainly quite clear
The cause of one of the mental illnesses that I’ve been diagnosed
Dethrone the King, remove his crown, and bid him adios
With a lethal dose of narcotics, I know that’s quite severe
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
The Burger King with the giant head is definitely morose
*I wrote this poem on April 15, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 15 and the prompt was: Write a villanelle. Use one of the following prompts: A memory you can’t get rid of, a bad habit, an irrational fear, or an obsessive desire for someone or something. I choose to write about an irrational fear of mine. My irrational fear is the mascot from the fast food restaurant Burger King.
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