Poem

Fast Food

 Big mac, small mac, burger and fries
 Shove 'em in boxes all the same size
 Easy on the mustard, heavy on the sauce
 Double for the fat boy, eats like a horse.
 Fry them patties and send 'em right through
 Microwave oven going to fry me too
 Can't lose my job by getting in a rage
 Got to get my hands on that minimum wage.

 Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want
 Got to make it fast, it's a Fast Food Restaurant.

 Shake's full of plastic, meat's full of worms
 Everything's zapped so you won't get germs
 Water down the ketchup, easier to pour on
 Pictures on the register in case you're a moron.
 Keep your uniform clean, don't talk back
 Blood down your shirt going to get you the sack
 Sugar, grease, fats and starches
 Fine to dine at the golden arches.

 Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want
 Got to make it fast, it's a Fast Food Restaurant.

 Baby thrown up, booth number 9
 Wash it down, hose it down, happens all the time
 Cigarettes in the coffee, contact lens in the tea
 I'd rather feed pigs than humanity.

 Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want
 Got to make it fast, it's a Fast Food Restaurant

                                        -- Richard Thompson

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2001/11/fast-food-richard-thompson.html

I found this creative fast food poem very interesting. One can understand the whole process of the fast food restaurant. It is crazy how most of the facts given in this poem is true. If fast food is really this disgusting, why do people still eat it? Some people will never know where their food comes from half of the time.

-Tiffany Chen