the need for more of everything,
more cold liquids in containers
plasticized for recycling, more
Arby’s roast beef on thick buns,
and plenty more french fries
piled neatly in rows of white
boxes, the assembly line of stomach aches
fashioned by miracle workers
primed by minimum wage, with
all the drippy chocolate smoothies
you can stuff in
mouths so anxious
to slurp.
At first I thought you were talking about snow...nope, you steered me in a whole new (delicious) direction--YUM!
Excellent visuals...dammit, I can SMELL the assembly line of stomach aches
BRAVO! So creative--wish I could write like you!!!!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
No wonder I love the way you write--SPOT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I am hungry and it's all your fault!!
Lol!!
Love Tinka
Now I'm hungry.
Great write Larry.
Lisa