An Ode to Collective Perfection

[arbitraryarmor]

Thanks for the feedback, coy. To clarify: it is about burritos, my all-time favorite food. "Encompassed" means surrounded, and the tortilla shell does just that for the ingredients. Anyways, the intent of the poem was to express how delicious and complex burritos can be and how finding the perfect one is a chore given how modular burritos are. Thanks for the advice, however