Fast Lives, Fast Food
Bullets rip and tear
Flesh flies everywhere
Death's final stare
Arrives in a flashing glare
Machine gun the madman holds
Welcome to McDonald's.
The hamburger patties
Are turning red
While on the tile floor,
Employees lay dead.
The manager arrives and exclaims
With a hiss,
"I've heard of lying down on the job,
But this!?"
The gunman walks up
To the front counter
The frightened store manager
He does encounter.
With the gun pointed at him,
The young man grows colder
And asks with a shudder,
"May I take your order?"
1990