Donal Mahoney

Fast Food At Midnight - Poem by Donal Mahoney

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? ”

Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism, food, humor

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 8, 2015

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