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Welcome To Golden Arches (A Punk Poem)
Welcome to golden arches
where your arteries
become blocked
by unknown
salt and starches.
where time speeds up
slows down and marches
where your belly
performs summersaults
with uncontrollable farting.
A haven for stoners and chavs
sons and daughters
mums and dads
monsters, demons
in army's and legions
from across the country
parallel universes
and many regions.
Chavs chew fat
there mouths remain flapping
there bowls become loose
with the onslaught
of chroic crapping.
Threy scramble for change
across a oily floor
fat spotty addelesents
get stuck trying to fit
through the door.
Onion rings, big macs
fries and mcflurry's
bagels, burgers,
heart attacks and worrys
Forget about happy meals
and forbidden pleasure
be more concerned with
collestrial and
rising blood pressure.
Served by fast food Nazi's
and sub machine wielding
corporate scum
with a dirty Sanchez moustache
and a sticky brown bum.
flipping spit infested burgers
into a mouldy bun.
guaranteed to make you hyper
and give you the runs.
where burger flinging fascists
run out of chances
stabbed by there masters
with swords and lances
they greet you with a smile
sat on there collective asses
welcome to Hades
welcome to golden arches.
where your arteries
become blocked
by unknown
salt and starches.
where time speeds up
slows down and marches
where your belly
performs summersaults
with uncontrollable farting.
A haven for stoners and chavs
sons and daughters
mums and dads
monsters, demons
in army's and legions
from across the country
parallel universes
and many regions.
Chavs chew fat
there mouths remain flapping
there bowls become loose
with the onslaught
of chroic crapping.
Threy scramble for change
across a oily floor
fat spotty addelesents
get stuck trying to fit
through the door.
Onion rings, big macs
fries and mcflurry's
bagels, burgers,
heart attacks and worrys
Forget about happy meals
and forbidden pleasure
be more concerned with
collestrial and
rising blood pressure.
Served by fast food Nazi's
and sub machine wielding
corporate scum
with a dirty Sanchez moustache
and a sticky brown bum.
flipping spit infested burgers
into a mouldy bun.
guaranteed to make you hyper
and give you the runs.
where burger flinging fascists
run out of chances
stabbed by there masters
with swords and lances
they greet you with a smile
sat on there collective asses
welcome to Hades
welcome to golden arches.
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