Poem Inspired by the Burger King at Fullerton and Southport

I think of all the so called fast food Ive ever eaten

Why is it called fast food when It makes you slow?

I remember grease,Styrofoam and watered down soda

What I remember most

Is the man with the mop

Cleaning the floors

At any of the self proclaimed

Burger Kings & Dairy Queens

Its like a fruitless chore

Cleaning that thankless floor

No matter how many times after or before 

It begs your attention each day once more

That Floor, That Floor
That God damn dirty floor

That floor will never truly be clean

I wonder if he cleans his own floors with the same vigor?

I wonder what he does with his free time?

I take a bite of greasy malnutrition

And remember when I thought a happy meal was a good thing

Now it’s all unhealthy

Except for the Memories

"Do you want fries with those memories?"

Dale Fanella