prefabbed or build your own

It was burritos for lunch.

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“Prefabbed?” he asked, and with a grin,
his eyes filled with delight.
He squeezed them closed, imagining,
the world’s largest bite.
Machines whirring and whizzing, fast to fold,
the tortilla homes they'd assemble.
A warehouse massive enough to hold,
the houses they’d resemble.
“If they can do it for buildings, why not for food?
A factory's all we’d need.
Fab burritos so huge, it’s simply lewd,
An ode to American greed.”
The factory was built and immediately cursed,
when it completed its first creation.
Stuffed too full, the burrito burst,
an unforeseeable miscalculation.