Fast Food
by Steven Craig
In a world of endless screw-ups
of massive waste
of selfish self centered abandonment
to lust and drugs and money
in a place where integrity
has no value, save to ruin
to forever harbor anger
hate
rage
to all and sundry
where fear to a child
is a laughter to an adult
where death of those that deserve life
at the hands of those deserving to die
in ever more violent scrolls
of vortexes destructive edge
bending all
breaking all
shattering all
denying memory
hope
with lies
cheats
where the most wonderful
is no more
than spherical bovine excreta
the stump of every butt-end joke
the yoke of endless addition
marching to the creed
mutatis mutandis
there still stands that icon eternal
that beacon of salvation
at the dead-end
of every highway
the fruit for whom the flies fly
the ache that has no more sensuous pain
the feather in the cap
of sensible patience
the brothel of additives
the arena of rice cake odors
the final arch of golden delights
for the statin saturated blood
of both youth and age
Mike Rowe’s Mike Rowe
McDonalds.
03/03/2010