2 AM McDonalds

2 AM McDonalds

 

Anyone who knows me will know that I’ve never been a party animal. The most I’ve ever done was drink silly amounts and I’m not one for that anymore either. In fact, I’m fairly boring. This is a very recent poem but it harks back to the nights spent stumbling home drunkenly with the inevitable stop at that haven of the hammered, that temple of the trashed, that Ritz of the rat-arsed, McDonalds.

2 AM McDonalds

A 2 AM McDonalds
It meets an aching need
A burning fire
Innate desire
Requires a twilight feed

This banquet of the bloated
This lunch of lethargy
A midnight feast
To tame the beast
That hungers within me

I wake up at 10:30
And every day’s the same
I lie in bed
I hold my head
And tremble with the shame

Phil Collins or a chicken nugget? Tests remain inconclusive.

Phil Collins or a chicken nugget? Tests remain inconclusive.

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