The King and Queen of Takeouts
The King and Queen of Takeouts
stuffing their faces with fast food
empty clam shells
and over turned garbage cans
having restaurant numbers
programmed into their Blackberrys
seeing extended stomachs
bloated with second rate trash
never seeming to have any cash
following the trail up the stairs
not having any worries or cares
segregating the household pets
blaming everyone for their mounting debt
leaving this empty home
counting my ribs
down to each individual bone
eating a child sized portion
somehow is never enough
this 'royalty' following in the footsteps
of the moral majority
breeding intolerance,
it is always the same old story
abdication is the only way
maybe tomorrow will be a better day
mathiasthom
written 9/14/09
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