Not To Mention The Fries

 Not To Mention The Fries

It’s hard to tell the plastic
from the plastic here; hard
to know where it’s safe to
sit, or if a couple thousand
unwashed hands have
handled it all before; hard
to tell the burger from the
bigger burger, the burgers
from the fish burgers, the
chicken burgers, the chicken
bites, the bite-sized breakfast
burrito, the bagel bonanza, or
even the brown paper towels
in the otherwise sparkling
men’s room.
                      And it’s all
served up from one big old
gloppy vat, a tub in the back
where no one ever goes and
lives to tell the tale; all served
up happily by identical pimples,
ladles at the ready, smiles set,
plopping it all onto paper-lined
plastic trays, only the wrappers
to tell them apart, or packaged
for take-out, nestled in greasy
pasteboard that, if it had to,
could probably pass for dessert.

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Weekly Prompt Wednesday Challenge
04.24.2024
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NaPoWriMo (Off Prompt)