Well-Rounded Citizens

I’ve got no beef with McDonald’s or Jack ‘n the Box weighing down American towns with greasy sacks in thin hospital gowns. They’re just a couple of clowns selling crack to cavalier carnies who’d like fries with that six thousand calorie corpulent noun with a large diet Coke to wash it all down. Where I live (Houston) everyone is fat. Me, you, black, white, brown, yellow, straight, gay, trans: fat, fat, fat. Even the bum, with nothing but a cardboard savior and his corporate name, who begs from corners with two open hands that dropped Vietnam, is blessed with a gut that knows for greed to starve would break the game.