Sunday Poem

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Fast Food
Richard Thompson

Big mac, small mac, burger and friesImage_renaissance_big_mac

Shove ’em in boxes all the same size

Easy on the mustard, heavy on the sauce

Double for the fat boy, eats like a horse.
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Fry them patties and send ’em right through

Microwave oven going to fry me too

Can’t lose my job by getting in a rage

Got to get my hands on that minimum wage.
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Shove it in their faces, give ’em what they want

Got to make it fast, it’s a Fast Food Restaurant.
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Shake’s full of plastic, meat’s full of worms

Everything’s zapped so you won’t get germs

Water down the ketchup, easier to pour on

Pictures on the register in case you’re a moron.
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Keep your uniform clean, don’t talk back

Blood down your shirt going to get you the sack

Sugar, grease, fats and starches

Fine to dine at the golden arches.
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Shove it in their faces, give ’em what they want

Got to make it fast, it’s a Fast Food Restaurant.
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Baby thrown up, booth number 9

Wash it down, hose it down, happens all the time

Cigarettes in the coffee, contact lens in the tea

I’d rather feed pigs than humanity.
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Shove it in their faces, give ’em what they want

Got to make it fast, it’s a Fast Food Restaurant.

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