Poetry

Fast Food Joker

By: Bryce Robinson

Well, I’m a fucking weirdo

Because all I want to do

Is sit around and eat fast food

Watch conspiracy videos with you

 

I’m a fast food joker, it’s true

I’m a fast food joker, so are you

 

Well, don’t you know it’s Saturday night

And before we hit the town

I could use a quick little bite

There’s the drive thru now

I’ll have a number 7 extra cheese

Double meat, no fries

I want onion rings

And don’t forget my extra-large drink

(a diet coke)

Got everything?

Park, and let’s eat

 

I’m a fast food joker, it’s true

I’m a fast food joker, so are you

 

It’s hard to sing when your mouth’s always full

After all these years, you’d think I’d gain some control

But I like my love like my food – on the go

I eat fast food because it helps me cope

With accepting all of the things I know I’ll never know

Like who really killed John F. Kennedy?

I bet it was the CIA paid for by you and me

And, no, I’ll never solve the mystery of the Sphinx

RIP John Anthony West, I believe what you think

 

Obama is a Muslim

Bush did 9/11

Will I go to Hell?

Or, will I go to Heaven?

Is the Ark of the Covenant hiding in the Vatican?

What good would it do me if I saw it anyway

 

As you can see, this life can be pretty rough

I love fast food but it’s never enough

Every conspiracy leaves me suspicious of the truth

If I’ve got nothing to fight for, I’ve got nothing to prove

 

I’m a fast food joker, it’s true

I’m a fast food joke

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