Fast Food, Fast Death
Let’s get some pizzas nice and cheesy
Nothing to cook, life is easy
Another quick fix, just what we need
Fast food, at lightning speed.
Food can fix most of our troubles
Deliveroo, comes to our homely bubble
Stay in and they deliver
Bad for your heart, bad for your liver
A gallon of coke, quench your thirst
Rot your teeth, a trip in a hearse
Your fast-food gut expands and enlarges
Let’s a buy a fourteen-seat sofa
For a couple of barges.
Look in the mirror a gastric disaster
Use some pills as a sticking plaster
Fatigue, couples the weariness of sloth
Cheese up some bread and finish the loaf.
David Cox 24/06/22
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2022
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