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.
38 thoughts on “Ubiquitous!”
Love this! Love it. Fluid and well written, and packs a punch. Love this photo, but have had not time to write!
This is awesome, Honie! Loved it. I liked the limp and lifeless line, too. It’s a reminder that people get into the cycle of unhealthy eating and behavior, but don’t even realize it anymore on their way to being “happy.”
The same the world over, and I’m proud to say I’ve never visited one! Interesting piece.
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They found a way to chemically alter the food to make it addicting, The cheapness added to that. It’s all the food companies, My grandmother used lard, butter, all natural foods – no one is overweight. Healthy, and they ate three full meals a day, including sugar, flour, and salt. The bottom line – not people, not health, not humanity – greed. Sorry, didn’t mean to get on a soap box. Loved your piece.
You soap box all you want, Yolanda. I don’t think it can be said enough.
We have that in common this week.
I read it. I loved it, and the young woman in the video you included is quite impressive.
Out of windows we make a deal ~ what a great line. Could be anything until one reads on. Well done, Honie.
I liked the limp and lifeless line, although obese and bloated might be a good fit as well. Despite their food not being that tasty or wholesome, you have to hand it to them for their marketing strategy. Mickey D’s is no worse than their competitors. Fast food in general is not a healthy option.
Outstanding job with the poem, Honie. I loved the flow, a smooth, easy read.
You’re right, the marketing is genius. I met a woman in Italy who said if she didn’t take her kids for a happy meal, that would make her a bad parent.
Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese
Pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun? Oh, please.
If THAT’S what you expect me to ingest
I’ll be walking away feeling quite depressed.
Got it. No big mac, filet-o-fish, quarter pounder, french fies, icy coke, thick shake, sundae, or apple pie either? Have it your way, Mr. Petruska. I like that you capitalized Pickles.
Line break. I was trying to be poetic. Also, I really like Pickles.
Got it. Super size the Pickles.
A powerful poem, nicely done.
Never been to a Mcdonalds. I consider that quite an achievement. Nicely done.
You are a wise woman, Sandra.
Very powerful piece.
Invictus inspires in more ways than one 🙂 Loved your very honest poem.
Poetry can do that sometimes. I am lucky to have had a teacher long ago who showed her students how to draw inspiration from poetry.
Limp and lifeless bodies…it’s where the start of the zombie apocalypse happens!
Excellent use of description! ^_^
“You want brain fries with that?” Funny.
There’s the word ubiquitous, I see it everywhere. 😉 As for the Golden Arches…Ronald can keep that poison. I enjoyed your poem…thank you for the break.
😉 It’s interesting to me how the branding has evolved over the years. First geared toward weary working mothers too tired to cook but wanting to be sure the food was prepared in a clean kitchen. That the old “grab a bucket and mop” commercial was preformed by men singing “You deserve a break today” is hilarious. How could the public not see right through it?
That’s what marketing is all about. People are sheep. Glad you’re not one of them.
Side note, My father was a fry cook and owned a few precursors to what we now know as fast food “restaurants.” He only owned one at a time. They were good old greasy spoons but you didn’t have the food additives and crap back then. So it was good old honest fat.
There is nothing so good as good old honest fat. 🙂
So very evocative… Thank you.
Hello. I was reading William Earnest Henry’s “Invictus ” this morning – “I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul.” and I was struck by how “the menace of the years” does not always find us “unafraid” – one thing lead to another, and there you have it. Inspiration conspires with opportunity. Thanks for commenting. Hope all is well with you.
Ouch… I’m not so hungry any longer…
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I can’t even remember when I went in one of those. (Worse US export to other countries ever.)
And if the food won’t deter people from entering, McDonald’s is now one of favorite sites for armed robberies here. Come in for a snack and leave in a sack.
Not my way at all.
Hold the pickles and the handguns, thank you very much.
“Limp and lifeless bodies”—apt description, because that’s just how too much of that food will leave us feeling.
True. Maybe this would be a good time to plug your new book. I can’t wait to read it.
Thank you. I can’t wait to get it out there. Patience, Carrie, patience…