Happy Meal

“Oh sir…may I take your order, what would you like?”

I’ll have the juicy buns and some of those french thighs.

And give me some of those sweet breasts and with a side of sensual guise.

“And will that be enough to satisfy those hungry eyes?”

It will never be enough…silently I cry and ask myself why I continue to buy.

It’s like I’m hypnotized by my devices, with no choice but to indulge in my vices.

I’ve memorized the poisonous ingredients, yet I inhale them in - all the different sizes with all their shiny prizes.

With every Happy Meal I eat - internally my soul bleeds, infecting my stream of consciousness while the succubus feeds.

Am I happy with this meal or am I just running from what’s real?

Eating to numb, stuffing every crumb.

Fast food, quick munch.

Slow death, agony’s lunch.

Enjoy your Happy Meal.