Chicken_nugget

"Fast Foods: A Rap Rondeau" by W. D. Snodgrass first appeared in The Atlantic in April, 2003:

With fast foods you've got to feast since you can't fast
      In next to no time you feel famished, though
You're looking paunchy, fat-haunched and flab-assed
And by now the force-fed figure you've amassed
      Hamstrings your frame. Getting enough comes slow
            With fast foods.

      Like fast fucking. Simone Weil warned: we know
Appetites from addictions by an acrid contrast
In their satisfactions: that is, by how long they last.
      You can get too much bread; there is no
Such thing as enough cocaine. Hungers turn vast
As lunar landscapes where you range, aghast
      At your own emptiness. With time, those faux
Fixes that should fill lust's vacuums cast
      -rate you: both flesh and flesh's cravings grow
            With fast foods.

(Image from mechanically separated meat found in many mass-produced chicken nuggets, but no longer used in McDonald's McNuggets.)

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