Golden arches,
Some stop to eat.
Mouse ears,
Some stop to retreat.
All these shops that we see
And all the smiling faces
Plastered on a mascot
Brings the viewer to higher places.
The holidays come,
The people gather 'round
A flat screen TV
And knock each other to the ground.
Here used to lie an orange grove
That provided for the land.
Now times have changed, values too.
In its place a theme park stands.
This generation's happines
Can be bought and sold
By paper we deem valuable
For that is what we're told.
Yet the sight of a valley
Brings me more joy
Than any handy dandy
Service, gadget, toy.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
Golden arches,
Some stop to eat.
Mouse ears,
Some stop to retreat.
All these shops that we see
And all the smiling faces
Plastered on a mascot
Brings the viewer to higher places.
The holidays come,
The people gather 'round
A flat screen TV
And knock each other to the ground.
Here used to lie an orange grove
That provided for the land.
Now times have changed, values too.
In its place a theme park stands.
This generation's happines
Can be bought and sold
By paper we deem valuable
For that is what we're told.
Yet the sight of a valley
Brings me more joy
Than any handy dandy
Service, gadget, toy.
Reading "Fast Food Nation" and just thinking about how to some people seeing the golden arches is an indicator of happiness. As opposed to me, getting excited over the scenery.
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