The Fast Food Demon

Vile Voice

A poem by La Donna Mobile

“What do you wish?”

Asked a voice from somewhere.

I said, “Please destroy me

Beyond all repair.”

 

“Ah yes,” it replied

“I can damage you so

You will get your money’s worth

And I think you should know

 

That the damage I cause

Will sorely deform you,

Grotesquely disfigure

And brutally transform you.”

 

So I paid it to hurt me,

To poison my blood.

To bloat and to beat me

With venomous food

 

I paid it to fill me

With blubberous fat

Each time that it asked me

“Would you like fries with that?”