Here's a poem a guy I was living with wrote a few years ago:=================
McDonald's Lament
Dirty, putrid, passive smoke snakes
from the subconscious of
an ignorant mistake
Smutting up my atmosphere
Causing me to cough, and splutter
And vomit all over my shoe, you know the caper
Putrescent, and needless to say greasy,
They come from the forests of Brazil they say
Who really does care anyway
As long as I can get my hamburger, and my self-deluding conscience with mayo and
fries.=================
I liked it.