Fast Food At Midnight Poem by Donal Mahoney
Fast Food At Midnight
A drunk comes into McDonald’s
staggers to the counter
is waited on by a young lady
who looks like his wife
years ago when he proposed.
Drunk says nothing, just stares,
mouth agape, until the
manager hustles forward,
sensing a sale
leans over the counter
says to the drunk,
“Want fries with her? ”
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism,food,humor
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