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Boy! You wrote this in the seventies...what are things like now -- soylent green? Best Clayton Mark Weiss wrote: > Here are two very old fast food poems from my first book. They were > probably written around 1971. I think I've written elsewhere about food, > but I can't recall for sure. > > "Colonel Sanders" as an Auschwitz for chickens > plucked chickens as far as the eye can see > a mountain of parts on the other side of the showers > the place stinking of chicken shit > > and the accountants > > somewhere > _________ > > I eat in Howard Johnson's because it gives me a sense of eternity > all over America there is one slice of pepper in the salad > all over America there is one blob of tuna in the salad > all over America there are two halved eggs and a quartered tomato in the salad > somewhere in a factory an assembly-line turns out salads > computers have worked out the proportions of celery and mayonnaise in the > tuna > it's like the whole country was a giant prison messhall on a skimpy budget > so much for lettuce so much for meat > > along the highways of starvation > blighting the landscape of expectation with the discovery that it's all the > same > and even the sanitation is deceptive > > America stares at my hair across the counter > > Howard Johnson's suddenly I'm crying > the whole of my sorrow swells like muzak > the cars grazing peacefully in your corrals %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%