OF JOLLIBEE, FRIED TOWEL AND KARMA 

I am not wearing this (mask) to defend Jollibee,

Just want to say I love their spaghetti!

Besides, isn’t this a good concept to task?

Indeed, quite cool for a face shield and mask!

The Yellows want to sabotage the government;

Maybe the mutant chickens have the same intent?

The peach-mango pie have so much shrunk in size;

Blame it to the oligarchs that did it economy-wise!

The Covid pandemic created a lot of chicken shits,

Everybody wants to be president sans the wits.

Trillanes, Pacquiao, Kris Aquino, such bandwagons,

Indeed, the heat is cooking buckets of morons

Come to think of it, dear Jolly old friend,

Not even the CIA could topple Jollibee’s trend.

No, not even Maria Ressa, the fake news queen,

Could transform palabok into velveteen.

When the President makes a joke to stir us up,

It sends shivers to the spines of the corrupt.

When a towel suddenly ends up getting deep-fried,

It makes you think sabotage is maybe on the side.

It has been a month after that ballyhoo,

Since then nothing is new in Google and Yahoo.

Oh, karma’s grim reaper recently reach the rascal,

No big shebang, just foul farts on the funeral.

Life’s moving on with Aga Muhlach smiling,

Crispy chicken is still on the menu for dining.

Long live the Philippines says the icecream vendor,

Build, build, build continues its splendor.