Naalala ko pa yung araw na napagdesisyunan kong kumain sa McDo.
Kasi wala lang, trip ko lang.
Hindi naman ako gutom, hindi rin pagod.
Pero nag-McDo ako.

Noong panahong yun,
Saka ko lang narealize yung sinasabi nilang "Self Worth."
Pahalagahan ang sarili, mahalin.
Bagay na hindi ko nagawa sa nakaraan.
Kaya ayun, nagwakas, natuldukan.
Paano naman nga ba kasi magpapahalaga sa iba
Kung sarili ko nga di ko mapahalagahan.

Umorder na ko ng fries at Big Mac
Syempre kasama ang paborito kong McFloat.
Nasa kalagitnaan na ko ng pagnguya
Nung nagtanong ka
"May nakaupo na po ba?"
Hindi ko na tiningnan ang kanyang mukha
Umiling nalang ako.
Nagtataka rin kasi ako bat sa harap ko pa naisipan **** umupo.
Yun pala, wala na talagang pwesto sa McDo.

Binasag mo ang katahimikan sa pagpapakilala mo sa akin.
Bigla atang lumamig ng hangin
Lalo na nung nakita kong nakangiti ka sakin.

Nagkakilala tayo. Naging magkaibigan.

Ikaw ang nagsilbi kong Happy Meal
sa araw-araw na paggising ko.
Hindi ko na kailangan ng Happy Meal toy
Kasi makasama ka lang enjoy na ako.
Ikaw yung chicken fillet na
sa sobrang lambot ng pisngi mo nanggigigil ako.
Ikaw yung Hot Fudge na mas matamis pa
sa Dairy Milk kasi sobrang sweet mo.
At para kang gravy ng McDo
na hanggat di ubos yung ulam magrerefill ako.

Hanggang isang araw, inaya mo ko mag-McDo.
Masaya akong sumama kasi minsan lang yun.
Ako naman ililibre ng taong madalas ilibre ko.
Feeling ko tuloy sasagutin mo na ako.
Nagpresenta kang ikaw na o-order
At ako nang bahala sa uupuan.
Hindi ko alam bakit pagkaupo ko palang
Nakaramdam na ko ng kalungkutan.
Natakot ako bigla sa di malamang dahilan.

Buti dumating ka na, at
Buti nakangiti ka.
Ngunit ako ay nagtaka na
Ang pagkaing binili mo ay hindi para sa dalawa.
Agad **** sinabi saken na saglit lang,
May pupuntahan ka lang.

Pagkaalis mo, kinain ko na ang binili mo.
Pero nagulat ako
Matapos kong i-angat ang burger na inorder mo.
"Hindi pa pala ako handa."
Nakasulat sa sticky note na nilagay mo.
Di ko alam ano ibig **** sabihin
Kaya nagdecide akong ikaw ay hintayin.
Mahal, sabi mo saglit.
Pero bakit hindi ka na bumalik?
Iniwan mo na ako.
Iniwan mo gamit ang isang sticky note,
Kasama ang favorite kong McFloat.

12mn: I was babaw. I made a "funny" joke. You didn't laugh. Usual. I made a funner joke. And this time, you laughed.

1am: I changed our chat emoji to a nose. You realized you were turning 17 in 23 hours. I asked you what you learned from this year, and you said "I hate people", and I wished you didn't hate me.

2am: I was asking you what picture I should tweet for your birthday. Why didn't we get a picture last night. You're laughing at me for wearing the huge *** NASA shirt you gave me. (Thank you a bunch for that.)

3am: I asked you how the Mcdo was. You said "good". My tummy grumbled.

4am: You asked me if I was up and honestly I wasn't – you just woke me up. But conversations at this hour are the best so why not? You sent me some songs. And my groggy self listened to them half asleep. You said 20 hours til you turn 17.

5am: Kuya Soy just left. I am sad. You said jmsn at this hour is great – and he is. You're now gonna try to sleep (**** it, just when I was awake). I asked you what time you were born so I could greet you on that time. But **** it was at 7 am, still, I set my alarm. Goodnight and goodbye, for the mean time.

6am: I write because you exist. Woah that dramatic effect though (just kidding). But really, I am awake, writing my greeting for you. I fell asleep with my notes open.

10am: I was still asleep, you messaged me in reply to "I write because you exist", you said same.

12nn: I just woke up and I just saw your message.

1pm: I followed you with my 2016 account. You followed me back.

2pm: You sent me a hugot quote about walking away or trying harder. I think I'm going for the try harder option. You never know how close you actually are to your goal, right? You said you're turning 17 in less than 12 hours.

3pm: Easy to talk to, hard to understand.

4pm: I learned that your mom's name is Nilda. Hi Tita pls like me half jk. Actually not jk.

5pm: You told me everyone was making 365 accounts. Actually, it's 366.

6pm: I told you I was sad about kinder eggs having genders. "idk lol ugh HAHAHA"

7pm: I asked you if you were okay, you said yes. (And I wished that you'd never lie to me whenever I ask if you're okay)

8pm: Some ungrateful btch be tweeting about not wanting to get food for Christmas. You say "BRUH FOOD IS ONE OF THE GOOD GIFTS MY *****", I laughed.

9pm: You made me listen to Jidenna (aheheh ahas) and I'm reminded of your great music taste.

11pm: You told me your family was fighting. This is your "worst christmas". I want so desperately to do anything to make you feel better, and I am trying to help you.

12mn: Still trying. I wanna hug you to absorb all your sadness.

Magkaibigan
Naglolokohan
Nag-aasaran
Nagngingitian

Isang araw nag-yaya ng hindi inaasahan
Hindi tumigil sa text at tawagan

Kumain ng sabay
Nag-usap ng matagal

Bumiyahe ng magkahawak-kamay
Umakyat ng bundok at nakaalalay

Spoiled sa paghatid at pagsundo
Tambayan ang mcdo

Gusto laging magkasama
Ayaw humiwalay sa isa’t-isa

Ang oras ay kay bilis pag magkapiling
Ang araw ay kay tagal pag malayo ang isa sa atin  

Isang araw nagtanong at nagtaka
Ano bang meron sa ating dalawa?
Higit pa ito sa magkaibigan
Mukhang nahulog na ng tuluyan

Pebrero 28 itinakda natin ang “tayo”
Minarkahan na ang ating kalendaryo

Hindi inaasahan.
Ni hindi pumasok kailanman sa isipan,
Na ang dating magkaibigan at magkaasaran
Sa huli ay magkakatuluyan

Salamat sa mga hindi inaasahan.

may araw ang mga patay
e paano naman
ang mga buhay?
hindi na pala uso
ang nangangaluluwa
treat or trick na
ang "in" ngayon.
tara dalawin natin ang mga
mahal nating namayapa na
kahit ang totoo
hindi na sila
mabubuhay pa.
ang sementeryo na tahanan
ng mga bangkay
pag araw ng mga patay
nagiging pugad ito ng mga lasenggo,
mandurukot, imbi't tarantado
at parang mall na rin ito ngayon
kasi kumpleto: may Dunkin, Mcdo, Jollibee
at Pizza Hut na rin.
wag kalilimutan ang
bulaklak at kandila
linis lapida, papintura
pati na ang paglilipat
ng mga buto pero tandaan
lahat ng ito may bayad
sabi nila mahirap at mayaman
lahat mamamatay din
pero kahit sa huling hantungan
hindi sila magkapantay
kasi may nasa apartment
at may nasa memorial lawn.

Naaalala mo ba
Sa twing umuulan
Minsan mo akong pinayungan
At hinatid sa sakayan?

Naaalala mo ba
Sa twing mag aalas singko
Minsan mo rin akong nilibre
At pinakain sa McDo?

Naaalala mo ba
Sa twing pupunta ka sa opisina
Andon ako, nag aantay
Habang tumutugtog ng gitara?

Naaalala mo ba
Ang mga ngiting aking ipinipinta
Sa aking labi sa twing
Ikay nakikita?

Tanong ko lang
Naaalala mo kaya ako?
Dahil ni minsan
Di ka pa kasi umaalis sa isip ko.

Having never eaten at
McDonalds I am in no
way able to comment
on what appears to be
the new levels society
has descended to with
regards what is surely
an insult to cuisine to
taste and to tradition.

Vive La France un pays
de sagesse et le bon goût.

We concelebrated lunch at
the same tempo as a French
repas avec du vin rouge the
ultimate traffic light which
provides ample punctuation
for a well executed recipe.

Tout le monde mange trop
vite sauf des Francaise.

Because capitalism promotes
speaking and eating at the same
time while walking and listening
or driving not whistling, oh no,
pas possible avec a McDo.

Time i$ money talk i$ cheap
made in America land of the heap.

Electric windows enable them
to play horizontal basketball
with their inconveniences of
empty Coke Can's and McDo'
wrappers on our country roads.

America is polluting the world
in every sense of the word, they
are the rot of civilisation, crass
capitalism, obsessively obese
from their insatiable gluttony.

A balloon of endless inhalation
expanding, the extravagance of
avarice inflating with the excess
of intemperance, while all around
vultures are hovering in anticipation.

My neighbour chased
hungry crows away.

Schools restaurants
McDo's all closed.

Urban avians lost a
huge food source.

My neighbour chased
our crows away.

I bet he never heard
of the curse. (yet)

Keep an eye out for
part two of this story.

Season 2 coming.

If I were a Muslim or Catholic
I’d be associating it with Lent
or Ramadan, an abstention!

But as I am neither and not at
all discerning about that which
I consume, I expect it is Rabbit!

Vegetarians ruminate, therefore
anything with legs and eyes, etc,
might not be accessible to them.

Slow food can only be harvested
at a particular time of year, but
grass is available in most fields.

When not, there is always a version
of it on the menu albeit it being in a
processed form of silage or hay.

But, since old McDonald died and
his sons inherited the farm, nearly
everything is GMO without DNA.

This is the problem, time is money,
assembly line food, mass produced,
cheap to buy, no digestion required.

You are what you eat and all ill health
comes from the intestine, kick McDo’s
out because it is utter American *******.

If you eat McDonald’s
chances are you won’t
like Kim Jong-Un Vlad
Putin or Madura that
is because you’re palet
has got used to being
seasoned by Uncle Sam.

Moi, je ne mange pas
           McDo’s,
           Jamais!!