#junkfood
Glorious amounts of melted chocolate
swirling swirling swirling
Globular deposits onto sliding sheets
shining shining shining
Guttural phonetics of the gooey frenzy
smacking smacking smacking
Let loose a symphony
Let fall the curtain
Intake the stimuli
Real is uncertain
Your mind is a toy
Inside folded parchment paper
That once it's unwrapped
You can never reglue
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Misty Morning, tunnel exit
Radio blaring. Yet more Brexit
Shipyards looming in the mist
Coffee. Top of this checklist
Distantly spied, Golden Arches glisten
Dumbly calling those who listen
Desperate homeless huddled outside
Callous addiction stealing his pride
Inside the feckless locals gather
Of nameless baby dads they caw & blather
No sign of insight, syns nor points
Weight of burgers on their joints
Red-eyed middle management jostle for WiFi
Ketchup spilt upon his tie
Spreadsheets, targets, bonuses forgotten
Awareness at last. This lunch is rotten
Light bursting inside his head
Realising how easily he's been led
A new day. A Golden New Dawn
A middle-management minion reborn
Now with joy. Now with flourish
New skills, his mind does nourish
Never Stop. Ignore what they say
And make this day. Make this day. Make this the day.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
I’m addicted to my bad boy
like a druggie snorting on crack.
Bad boy- my succulent junk food.
Toxic love dark as chocolate black,
you do more harm than good.
This attraction is not healthy.
There is a strange dopamine hit,
though I’m discarded like a used toy-
I chase the thrill for him to commit.
Abusive and brazenly rude,
smugness as fat as greasy cheese,
his hurtful bites leave me hungry.
Shame clogs in cholesterol plaque-
infecting ailing arteries;
I’m going to have a heart attack!
Bad boy, why do I crave such ******
(c) 2019 Jo Swan
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
Weight watchers paradise
Lemon pies, with feathered wings,
Floating in the sky, as the sun sits and glistens,
Against their skin; yes the beautiful people.
The ones who say, all that food is pure evil.
The bright morning sun kills off the dark blue night
And shows us the way to a weight watchers paradise,
With cream filled donuts and chocolate gold bars,
With the sponge cake motorways, full of jelly made motor cars.
So super-size me; put me on the Elvis diet.
I can’t talk right now, for I have to eat.
Oh and don’t forget, to cut the bacon off my fat;
I have no wish, to look anorexic.
Big, fat and beautiful, look at me!
All you jealous skinny girls, are only jealous of these.
My two lethal weapons, that get me all I want;
So take me to a Heaven, named McDonald’s,
With Burger Kings, feeding on Kentucky Fried Chickens.
This tasty goodness is so **** finger licking.
Rabbit food? Don’t make me puke!
I have no desire, to become bulimic.
I’m not Princess Di; I have no wish to die.
No I don’t love to watch, my cholesterol level rise;
But I do love my **** body and I do love my super-size.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
My trainer told me that for nationals I have to classify for the 63 kilos weight class.
I have to start eating really healthy so all the junk food I must pass.
All the junk food calling my name.
You know you want to eat me they proclaim.
I stare at the food wanting it like a small child wants a toy their face pressed up against the glass.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
julemusikken går i ring på mc D
Julen er musik på en fastfood restaurant
Platte pop numre blusser glæden frem i mig
Og selvom jeg ikke vil, nynner jeg med i mit hoved
Hvad er jul uden plastik og dårlig samvittighed?
Hvad får bjælder til at ringe hvis ikke de blev spillet i radioen?
Jeg sidder her på det falske lædersæde og drikker cola
Og venter på sne
For for mig og alle andre på mc D
er sne det eneste der mangler
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC