Sustinence-Hopping
Whither love but for whither it be? From the Dream Hopper Series.
Close your eyes, see chicken thighs
in marching cadence go
to war with all the curly fries
that KFC can throw,
beneath a stretch of clouding skies
where congregate the bold!
Chicken nuggets with RPGs
wreaking havoc on companies,
who feed us thus we be,
eftsoons charged into full mayhem
(and even popcorn rained on them
intent on bringing death to enemies!)
But that was just the infantry
preceding Big Mac’s savagery,
who, facing down his enemies,
(say, tyrants of the 'Tasty Freeze’)
is quick to throw his pickles at
a roast beef sandwich (or something like that).
Now Time is ripe for ADVENTURE!
Here is the place for bloodlust;
a season completely uncensored
that Hopper has kept in deep trust -
the War of the great many foodlings
which seeks to end candy and crust
and all the goodies gathered us!
I’d say the scenery blew my mind
but that would be a lie.
(This isn’t my virgin treasure find
through Hopper’s happenin’ sky.)
At any rate, they got it on
and every franchise came
to press their hopes and dreams upon
the future’s promised fame -
as hunks and pieces scattered the lawn,
one salad was all that remained.
I’d never seen such violence folks,
in all my soldier’s years
as when the fast food chains all choked
the life out of their peers.
No separate homes for cabbage or
for steak, or cake or eggs.
The last stage of the Fast Food War
saw broken turkey legs
carved up canteloupe and more
far past the chance to beg.
I turned to Hopper to offer thanks
but Hopper’d left me glad.
Wouldn’t you know it, the salad was great;
(best meal I’d ever had!)
What for? How come? Who knows, but I
enjoyed the love their hate supplied.
