"flashmob" poems - Hello Poetry

"Hello, and good day; yes I'm ready to order. I'd like a Big Mac ... Oh, I want it on a tray and not in a sack." "I want a large fry, freshly dropped with very light salt. I'll also have a Chocolate Milkshake, though I'd really prefer a Malt." "OF COURSE, I want it super-sized, are you trying to joke? Waddia mean $8.50? Well, now I've gone broke!" He steps from the counter and goes to sit down. The food smells great ... yet still, he frowns. "I'll need a second job if I wish to keep eating here. I can't binge on these gut-bombs and still have my beer." "I wonder if there's an employee discount ... as I've got the lingo down pat: I have a Filet-O-Fish and a Coke on your order ... Would you like some fries with that?" PLEASE JOIN THE HELLO POETRY FLASHMOB! SEE THE NOTES BELOW!

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Jun 7, 2018

Jun 7, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

Temporal Fugue Goes To McDonald's

"Hello, and good day; yes I'm ready to order. I'd like a Big Mac ... Oh, I want it on a tray and not in a sack." "I want a large fry, freshly dropped with very light salt. I'll also have a Chocolate Milkshake, though I'd really prefer a Malt." "OF COURSE, I want it super-sized, are you trying to joke? Waddia mean $8.50? Well, now I've gone broke!" He steps from the counter and goes to sit down. The food smells great ... yet still, he frowns. "I'll need a second job if I wish to keep eating here. I can't binge on these gut-bombs and still have my beer." "I wonder if there's an employee discount ... as I've got the lingo down pat: I have a Filet-O-Fish and a Coke on your order ... Would you like some fries with that?" PLEASE JOIN THE HELLO POETRY FLASHMOB! SEE THE NOTES BELOW!

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The lonely form crowds on the street. They collect at the corners, letting the whole world drown in their silence. They are a flashmob without the flash, and a mob that mobs no-one. Each of them is you, a someone you used to be, and therefore each of them is no-one. No-one did this, the blind Cyclops says; and this many no-ones have accusation enough to blind the sky. These people have nobody and, so, slip through the cracks to end up collected at the edges of the drains. Corrugating in lines that jag up and down like the teeth of a zipper: swarming, dispersing, only to form again. Chastised by the wind, like so much chaff; chaste and uncherished in mute inevitability. These people have done are nothing and, so, ask you what you have done for them. What crime is it that they are thinking of? Each time that a shudder of revulsion at this injustice passes through the throng it bangs louder in your memory. Who have you forgotten?

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Apr 14, 2013

Apr 14, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC

tlk

This Many No-ones

The lonely form crowds on the street. They collect at the corners, letting the whole world drown in their silence. They are a flashmob without the flash, and a mob that mobs no-one. Each of them is you, a someone you used to be, and therefore each of them is no-one. No-one did this, the blind Cyclops says; and this many no-ones have accusation enough to blind the sky. These people have nobody and, so, slip through the cracks to end up collected at the edges of the drains. Corrugating in lines that jag up and down like the teeth of a zipper: swarming, dispersing, only to form again. Chastised by the wind, like so much chaff; chaste and uncherished in mute inevitability. These people have done are nothing and, so, ask you what you have done for them. What crime is it that they are thinking of? Each time that a shudder of revulsion at this injustice passes through the throng it bangs louder in your memory. Who have you forgotten?

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The stars did a flashmob on this moon night in full parking in the open, Where each car have a name star, galaxy, asteroid, comet or a planet, And the heart doing a spatial symphony...

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Mar 16, 2020

Mar 16, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC

FafaSchmitt

Saros Cycle

The stars did a flashmob on this moon night in full parking in the open, Where each car have a name star, galaxy, asteroid, comet or a planet, And the heart doing a spatial symphony...

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