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

fountain drinks.


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.”