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Fast food nation

At the bus stop on Praed Street

Just arrived on the train

Awaiting the bus, in drizzly rain

 

On the opposite side

Outside Paddington station

Is the evidence that we are a fast food nation

Burger King, Le gourmet brasserie, Chelsea deli, KFC, Subway, La Taarza cafe, Bagel factory, Costa, Chicken cottage, Bonne Bouch, Victors cafe

I can't see much more

But there are further food stores

 

We must be obsessed

With coffee and food

Can this be good?

 

Our waist lines are growing

Our pockets are empty

Yet there's fast food a plenty

 

There must be a market

They are filling a need

Is it our laziness or greed?

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Feb 20, 2015
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