Fast Food Song

I’m, I’m, stuck
in a fast food world
in a fast food war

with fast food woman
I’m a fast food man
with easy romantics

I’m, I’m a fast food junkie
who writes fast food stories
little meaningless poems

of my mind whizzing around
like little flies on spoiled food
I am, I am a fast food romantic

I am, I am looking forward
because I can’t go back to what was
I go fast in fast food romance – with myself

as she counts down from five to one
in a fast food plastic world, in a frozen image
never seen before, I lose, I lose my fast food

thoughts, to quickly I linger
working on my self, my ass
for a brand-new world

so that I can be happy in hell
a happy royal in hell
in this fast food hell

 (awake but not woke
 I wander around)