The McEnd
- Marc Malafronte
- Jan 14, 2023
- 1 min read
One nugget too many,
one fry too many,
one big mac too many.
A cheap meal at a heavy price.
Each burger is a breath of greasy air,
inflating the body like a balloon.
Your limbs are suspended.
Your motion is limited.
Your energy is removed.
Every movement becomes a struggle.
The brain can’t function on
Sugar, fat, salt,
and sugar,
and fat,
and salt.
Yet you can’t help yourself.
You come back—
Again and Again.
An addiction under a veil of golden arches.
A never ending cycle.
America has been McDonald’d
and this is the McEnd.
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