Fast Foods: A Rap Rondeau

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.