Sensation in my stomach
Aching pleasure in the aroma
Wide eyed in awe
At the wondrous feast

French fries is a fancy word
For grease drenched powder potatoes
And I would have it no other way
But like they say at Burger King
“My way”

So pass me the packet ketchup
And watch me slurp down this euphoric soda
I find salvation in your greasy highness
And I can’t wait to meet the clown
My children play on your equipment
And a flash of their futures come over me
I’ll be so proud to see them work here
Devouring lots of ‘special’ meat

My stomachs growling
My desire costs only 99 cents
And anticipation falls over me
As I see the paper wrapped goodness unfold

A handheld apple pie sounds quite good
I think I’ll take one
With a large cone full of puss-flavored ice cream
And a coke, wait PEPSI as well

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