Out of windows we make a deal,
Gold is the arch from pole to pole,
We praise forever the happy meal
For the drive-thru is our goal.
In the fell clutch of the dollar menu
We have not been more wholly proud.
Into the hallowed fast food venue
Limp and lifeless bodies crowd.
Beyond the face with painted smile
Lies meat product by the pound,
Faithful workers all the while
Flipping burgers wear a frown.
It matters not how high the price,
How unwholesome is the cost,
Corporate charity or vice,
We won’t remember what was lost.
We all deserve a break today. Thanks for reading.