Fast Food -- Richard Thompson

(Poem #177)Fast Food Big mac, small mac, burger and fries Shove 'em in boxes all the same size Easy on the mustard, heavy on the sauce Double for the fat boy, eats like a horse. Fry them patties and send 'em right through Microwave oven going to fry me too Can't lose my job by getting in a rage Got to get my hands on that minimum wage. Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want Got to make it fast, it's a Fast Food Restaurant. Shake's full of plastic, meat's full of worms Everything's zapped so you won't get germs Water down the ketchup, easier to pour on Pictures on the register in case you're a moron. Keep your uniform clean, don't talk back Blood down your shirt going to get you the sack Sugar, grease, fats and starches Fine to dine at the golden arches. Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want Got to make it fast, it's a Fast Food Restaurant. Baby thrown up, booth number 9 Wash it down, hose it down, happens all the time Cigarettes in the coffee, contact lens in the tea I'd rather feed pigs than humanity. Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want Got to make it fast, it's a Fast Food Restaurant. -- Richard Thompson