Burgers And Buffoons Poem by Brian Rihlmann

Standing at a local
fast food joint,
waiting for a burger,
I see an ad placard
for their newest
breakfast sandwich,
and I flash back
to Homer Simpson,
lying on the couch,
drooling over a TV commercial
for a burger, topped
with eggs, cheese, bacon...
the fattiest,
most artery clogging
monstrosity imaginable.

And we laughed,
because something like that
would never actually exist.

But here it is.

Yesterday's satire incarnate,
as it is in many ways -
the insane gadgetry
that we mindlessly serve,
the clowns and buffoons
that are running the show,
as the empire squeaks it's way,
like a bloated, overfed pig,
to the packed,
hollowed ground
at the bottom
of the playground slide.

But it's ok,
as long as we can still
stuff burgers in our faces,
watch movies and football.