Poetry at the Burger King.
Where is it? It’s not here.
to Burger King, may I take your order?
of gimpy trees, a blue dumpster in the corner.
came from, and where I will return.
Maria Rilke, do not blame it. Blame yourself.
on the menu, they can’t make up their minds.
smiling, writing something down on a piece of paper. Generate a continuation for the line "to Burger King, may I take your order?" in the context of the poem.
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.