The Great Big Yellow M

The Great Big Yellow “M” If all you want is a democratic certainty to be as free as free in the USA the coca cola fee of luxury softly storms the country with the troopers and the burgers of cardboard mediocrity side salads on the plates of the hungry When your market place empties the iron edifice of your culture turning red the rusty teeth of poverty will be sweetened with garnish and ketchup stripes there’s nothing on the shoplifting shelf except the great big yellow “M” And it comes in plastic it comes with a job a fast food global substitute wrapped in liberation and freedom of choice it’ll make you wish you had a voice to sing the praises of the great big yellow “M” When the supply of the starving finally demands something to eat shinning tanks move chrome adverts up the famished street the anthem of the people waiting will teach consuming in perfect harmony crooning to a western song of wealthy “and I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony” This is the price of the wages of their sin a tactless bit of bread with a burger in to replace political defiance a great big yellow “M” in the struggle for conformity the free are bound to win there’s no one left to warn them of the great big yellow “M” From Russia to the Far East through Europe and the forgotten West Antarctica and the Middle East China and Japan on every island off a coast in Asia and Australasia Africa and Arabia in the ears of the fed and starving the sound of global munching on the great big yellow “M” ( Two cannibal tribes both sit down to lunch gobble gobble glut glut munch munch munch……………..)