2022 Poem Nineteen

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Life is a McDonald’s ice cream machine,

always broken, and I am high in the drive thru at 2am.

I cannot check a McBroken that does not exist.

There’s no FTC to investigate.

All of Life’s competitors make sure to mock me on their marquees

being sure to remind me of what I cannot have.

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