Fast Food
I should have ignored the golden deacon
Promising smiles and freedom from hunger
Said ‘No’ to egg sandwiches and bacon
Delicious smell on fingers does linger
The perfect salty, crispy golden fries
With preservatives, chemicals galore
Cannot cook like them in a million tries
Kids don’t like home cooked flavor anymore.
Charming kids with boxes of happy meals
Filing tummies with empty calories
Doling out food that tricks, harms and congeals
I have no words for their wicked glory
“Should’ve said no”, I reflect with sadness
As kids drag me under hills of madness.
Written 05/18/2016
A poem about our addiction to McDonalds and other fast food restaurants
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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