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Elegy to Fast Food

Updated on June 30, 2016

He was the man
who looked never
on who sat absorbed across the table
or on who befriended him
with a kiss from beside

He was the man
who cared not to peep
on how blond was she
who dared put fries
in his drooping, crimson lips
or on who put the striped straw
in his up sized pepsi drink

And McDo just kept
to be my very cemetery
where my heart was enclosed between oily patties,
my pulse caged stuck in piles of hash browns,
and my beat twined around bundles of spag-
for no matter how I try
to be in my best, pink dress
or diffuse my new lilac perfume,
not a piece of all these would avail me of his attention.

For after all,
just underneath every order,
he was the man who looks never
on who sits absorbed across the table,
but on how big his chicken fillet is.

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      Longmire 13 months ago

      Thank you! jodah

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      John Hansen 13 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I like the idea and subject of this poem.