B Urger King Crown Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Who is fat and drunk and stupid at two o'clock in the morning?
Spilling his whopper halfway down his collared logo-ed t-shirt

And who made the 80's redundant and facile?
Wearing a B urger King crown, drunk to relive youthful moments of being drunk

And who can't find his keys and isn't sorry about silly Saturday
Got lost and burned through his cash in some brutish instinct for celebration

And who was barely coherent at two o'clock in the morning in a fast food establishment
Couldn't carry his tray, had to take each item individually to his booth

And whose friends are black vapor
Acrid and overpowering but disappear completely if friendship starts to demand respect

And who aged backwards in a B acardi and beer time machine
The past is as real as his order of two large french fries
The two large french fries will be consumed with much more relish