Cow in a box

In my own
pathetical
wilderness of mind,
I consume
the fly shit food
of fast industry.
I fuel the rip-off.

I justify
the five dollar tag
for secret sauce
burger and fries,
as price of admission
for entertainment;
my ritual interrogation
of mindless staff.

This time however,
no offensive
bullshit advertizing
literature
catches my eye.

For a change
I am bored
as I eat
the cow in a box.

 

bravo!!! i love it

 

Great poem! Excellent intro, the first stanza really grabbed me; and the whole thing was well written, the rhythm worked and the ending is interesting, leaves you thinking...maybe there's hope?

 

Made me smile~!
...also made me want french fries in the worse way too. Yes I want fries with that(poem)