Deep Fried Greed
Are we dying to get a taste of the American Dream that we've got fat and glutinous, deep fried in greed.
Are we dying to feast on a God given intervention, with gnarled hands waiting to connect with the customer service extension.
Are we all so obsessed with consuming the world, that we've forgot what it's like on the outside of a store.
Waiting to receive a gadget or the next best thing, Christmas came twice and we didn't have to wait through Halloween.
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