ring the bell. 🌮

🌮 Bell food can't be real,

 Its secrets buried, hard to reveal. 

 

 How many ingredients in a single meal? 

A mystery wrapped in a nacho appeal. 

 

 Why must we harm our insides, I ask, 

 With flavors so bold, it's a dubious task.

 

 A swirl of colors, a tantalizing sight,

 But is it delight or a food fright? 

 

With every bite, I ponder and dwell, 

 What’s the true story of this fast-food shell?

 

 In my quest for answers, I’m left with unease, 

 As I question the wonders of 🌮s and cheese.

 

 So here’s to the feast with a side of suspicion, 

A tasty enigma that fuels my condition.