No Peace in the Grease

My Big-Mac smacks my lips,

the sauce is counted at all cost.

The grease gives my soul peace,

money flies out my wallet for my gullet.

It’s only proper to get the Whopper,

there’s no stopper…

I try to jog that fat,

but it’s a clog trap.

I pick nuggets like a slave,

as I crave each bite.

The Ronald McDonald exorcises me,

as I purge this urge to splurge.

The Dr. Pepper drowns me

and makes me a clown.

I say hey to Chick-fil-A,

and they pray I stay,

as I decay

in their endless buffet.

This empire of fries, a crown of desire,

We worship the grease, and it will never cease