Now *this* is creepy.
Posted in replies as usual...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 6 Jul 2008, 12:57, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Ode To A Happy Meal
The Scene: a dimly lit basement filled with people sitting at tables sipping variants of coffee that cost more than the chairs they sit in. Across the room is a low stage with a single floodlight shining down on the microphone. A skinny kid in his twenties wearing all black with the scraggly beginnings of a goatee stands before the microphone, a crumpled sheet of paper clutched in his hand as he tries to convey the depths of his emotions.

Oh wondrous golden arches
which illuminate the carefree children
jumping around your playroom
why do you mock me?
I see these people before me
so content as they consume their Quarter Pounders
sharing their fries and their shakes
and I tremble in impotent rage.
Why must I be alone?
Why cannot I share my Chicken McNuggets?
Why must you parade these images of happiness before me ?
My fries grow cold and soggy,
my Big Mac wilts on its bun,
this McFlurry brings me only a chill.
Your shakes fill me with shame,
your onion rings produce tears,
and still you have the gall to call it:
a “Happy Meal.”

The speaker exits the stage to the sound of snapping fingers. A tall man with fluorescent red hair and suspiciously large shoes approaches him and they exit the basement together.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 6 Jul 2008, 12:58, Reply)

I
believe the only apt term is that this made my bunghole pucker.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 13:03, Reply)

This is great
Excellent payoff! *clicky*
( chart cat has an itch, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 15:33, Reply)