Chris Feng

Mc Donald’s - Poem by Chris Feng

Afro red hair and big red mouth,
In garish clothes, the clown
Welcomes you in
With a bland smile.

The big M, in the shape of
Two curled potato chips,
And also of Man’s thighs
When kneeling down.

Young Chinese crowd inside
And enjoy
The supreme foreign food,
Which is à la mode.

In the same street,
You can find another,
Not far away, or maybe a third,
I’m not sure.

Back to the clown’s hometown,
Super burgers and Coca Cola
And people are happily fat.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

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