Mcdonald's Poem by Justin Reamer

Mcdonald's



A place filled with people,
A horrid place to work,
A place filled with food of all sorts,
Where no one knows where it's been.

Food, covered in grease,
Goes atop burgers of all sorts,
Covered in oil and grease that
Makes your skin slimey and gross
And disgusting,
And gives you acne if you
Do not wash it off you.
Chips covered in grease,
Salt like no tomorrow,
Making your hands and arms burn
When you're cooking it,
For it's too hot for anyone to bear,
And then the person eats it,
For he doesn't know where it comes from,
For you're the one that's suffering,
And all you know is that your hands
Have been touching multiple surfaces,
Making everything around you unclean.

The meat is not even cooked the right way,
For it makes everything gross,
Instead of putting it on the grill
Or frying it on an oven,
They stick it in a giant vat,
A giant vat of oil and grease
And fats that go out of this world,
Swirling with the stuff like
A septic tank, a swimming pool,
Or a huge ocean.
The meat gets soaked in it,
Covered with the gross veneer,
And people eat the half-baked
Pink meat that has been stored
In a freezer for months on end.
Half-decomposed, they use it
To make the McDoubles,
The Double Cheeseburgers,
The Big Macs,
The hamburgers,
The cheeseburgers,
And every other snack they make.

People make messes all around wherever they go,
Spilling greasy chips all over the floor,
Spilling coffee and sticky ketchup,
Sometimes dumping syrup right on it,
Leaving trash lying around,
Letting the food go to the bugs.
Of course, the food gets cleaned up,
But nothing better but to let the flies
Come in and explore the tasty treats that
Mickey D's, the good ol' company,
Has to offer.
They fly, saunter,
Amble, and lay their eggs,
And sometimes the poor custodian
Has to clean the mess up.

Bathrooms are worse,
For the poor custodian has to go
In there, too,
Cleaning up every ounce of excrement that he can,
And in the women's bathroom,
The surprise boxes by the toilet
Leave an awful stench that
Leaves the place smelling awful.
Some employers barely wash their hands
After using the restroom,
Except for the custodians,
For they do not want to have direct contact
With the stuff their cleaning,
With people urinating outside of the toilet
And things like that.

But the employees that don't wash their hands
Cover the fast food in germs
That have gotten people sick over the years.
It makes us wonder what really happens over there.

Some managers are nice people,
But others can be mean and strict,
And some can be downright cruel.
Most are pragmatic and try to do
What's best for the business,
But others are cruel and make
Scapegoats out of people
Who don't deserve to be treated that way.
Especially a young heifer who manages
To scream her way out of everything she sees.

Mickey D's isn't always a horrible place,
But there are things that could improve,
But all in all,
It's America's byproduct,
And it could change for better
Or for worse.

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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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