Fast Food

They call her the McDonald’s Hunter
‘Cause she grills both men and meals.
Double timing blood and grease with
Deadpan mannequin counter face.

“How may I serve you?”
“Babe, you’re dead sexy.”
“Your order’s up.”
“I haven’t ordered.”
“Don’t call me babe.”

Her teeth glare and moonlight blinds me.

“You don’t get fries with that. ”

Her rich dad makes her work here.
He won’t give this demon fox
The allowance she deserves
And she won’t give me the
Rending of flesh my body
Desperately needs every
Time I order McNuggets and a Coke.