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The dark, well-lit room in the back
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Everyone sees but no one recognizes.
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A greasy slimy something-patty
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Hisses on the stone-age grill
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Is there anything worse than grade-D meat?
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Excuse my jest, I’m just sugar-high
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But I won’t go crazy – I’m no cow.
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Strips of processed potato take a dip
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In a pool of fat and grease and grim
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“Mr. Potato head, you’re my friend right?
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Say no and you’ll end up like you wife.”
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Waterfalls of Coke, 2 cents to make
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But $2 to drink. Capitol Crime? I think not.
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What has the world come to,
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Revolving around the Big-Mac.
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No more rainbows, but the golden arches
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Stretch from Chicago to Beijing.
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Planet Starbucks dominates our lives
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Caffeine replaces the O in our veins
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Forced to live our lives like clockwork
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On the dime with no exceptions
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Though there’s always time
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For an über-slurpee from 7-11.
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There’s more to life than Pepsi and
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Family Guy - The couch is not a planet.
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Allow me to demonstrate, while juggling
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Apples and oranges in front of your
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Dull, lazy eyes. Mesmerizing.
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An intergalactic battle emerges!
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Planet Wendy’s versus the
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Galaxy of Athletes. Dazed and
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Confizzled, we have lost many a battle,
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But maybe we can win the war.
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Supersize me Captain Crunch;
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Can Ronald come out and play?
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A can of Lays, sprawled across the floor.
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“Why can’t you eat just one?” his mother screams;
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and he answers in the parlance of his 9th grade peers:
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“I dunno”
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