She doesn’t love me anymore

That’s what the birds chirp everyday

She, my car never starts easy

No one listens or cares

But why should they?

It’s a car

Aside from that

Hungry for a quarter pounder

With cheese

I walked to the local golden arches

And ordered a quarter pounder

With cheese

As I sat there I noticed

I was in a hub

A hub of activity

There were no normal people in this McDonalds

There was just an odd presence

I arose from my seat and glimpsed behind the counter

I noticed a decked out system back there

And perhaps the CEO of Mc Donalds!

I was very surprised

In disbelief I sat back down and dunked a fry

Into ketchup as I felt a zit form

I scanned the room

What I noticed was that this



God Damned

Bum Convention!

Then I realized it was deeper than that

It was a bum union

Or corporation


Or someshit…

With a CEO

And negotiators

And lobbyists

And many many workers

Once I realized this

I asked myself…

What is going on behind the counter?

With the workers

So I looked and realized

That this

Must be the most successful

Fast food restaurant that ever existed

It was driven by the drive thru

10 cars per second

Were served

They must have made

Millions from that window


The bums were


As they ran Sacramento’s Bum/Hobo scene from

These corporate offices

In collateral

Hobos ate there

And paid rent in shutting

The hell up

And hiding their liquor and booze

The dichotomy was shattering

But now I know one other

Layer of

Politics in


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