They were putting an addition onto a funeral home.
Down the street they are adding onto the McDonald’s.
More Burgers, more bodies?
As we pound in the French fries like nails
in our coffin, I reach for my shake,
and my face becomes gaunt in the sucking.
I can see the funeral director checking the
“Mickey” stock price.
It rises like a sesame bun, so
walls rise to make room
I read the nutrition labels like an obituary.
The parallels hold like a pall bearer,
and release the brass handle in front of the
DIEt coke with lots of ice.
A burger embalmed with salt.
An “autumn” shake.
Come now and let us reason together.
Dare I go through the drive thru
in a hearse?
“Super Size That.”