
Going on a car trip
We just did the shopping
I turn to my mom and ask
If we can have a snack
Stopping by a restaurant...
The answer is the same as usual
"We have food at home!"
I said that I don't want leftovers
I'd rather eat fresh McDonald's
Then my mum pulls out a bag
From the back
It is full of cereal bars
Eww, I'm sure they're many years old
You cannot trust this kind of food
I'm staring out the car window
Looking at the huge ad posters
I can feel the taste of fries,
Hamburger and chocolate doughnuts,
The smell of chicken nuggets
Permeate the air around me
My delusion
(that was caused by my hunger)
is now off limits
I count the minutes...
When do we get home?
I don't want fast food anymore...
A normal lunch is all I wish for...
Note: Fast food isn't my favourite, don't get me wrong. I'm just trying to say with this little poem, that there are levels of hunger, when you'd rather eat garbage than nothing... And a long day spent in a car belongs to these situations. I don't really like hot dogs, hamburger, or coke (I know really well how unhealthy they are), but when it's the only option, I'll take it anyway.
(They are definitely better and healthier than the expired cereal bars waiting at the bottom of the car.)
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