McDonald’s
She fights with knife and fork
As if life in Moncton.
In left hand holds a cup; too small
Faraway of comfort, is worried
In her face, nervousness one can read.
She must be one of those modern girls
Making face to natural.
She sure is the child of vitamins
In tablets
Aspirin and multi and so on.
She refills the ketchup
With her back toward me
Has big butt.
What a life…
I get me a refill of coffee
It is free.
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Lives getting dragged away from the natural course. Pity them! An awakening poem. Thanks for sharing.
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