Question

a poem on fast food or locked in a jar​

Answer 1

My Fast Food

Bloated, salty, and greasy,

My body does not like thee,

Yet I devour you

And inch along to heart attack.

I have to have you,

My certain death.

I must possess you:

Cheap fix; expensive consequences.

I would consume you every day,

Every meal,

And still not have my fill–

With disastrous results.

Packaged simply,

A benign answer

To my problems.

But you only create them.

You go down easy,

But upset my system soon after.

I can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t eat–

Can’t live.

Fast, fried, and flirty,

Desirable and disgusting,

Tasty and tasteless–

My oxymoron.

I must resist.

I must cease and desist.

But I don’t want to.

So I line up for you again,

And again.

And again.

Hoping to keep you–

And knowing I can’t