Ode to Chicken Nuggets

Ode to Chicken Nuggets

I’ve been grabbing at your

crispy golden skins,

ever since my fingers

were just grubby stubs,

dwarfed by your

kiddy friendly nuggets.

Happiness in a meal,

 

you called me away from Ronald

and my friends.

In the days of jungle gyms

and bright ball burials,

hurrying to your tender taste,

gave me shocking hair, a

static dandelion silhouette.

 

Months ago, my hands grown, still reached for your juicy

white essence.

Youthful lover

but a lifelong affair, ended

by a viral internet picture.

The double exposure of

what you are, guaranteed the

end of my satisfaction.

 

All white meat is

cloudy dead eyes, infected

intestines and curled

tasteless talons.

Mr. McDonald grinds my childhood

bliss into pink tubular goo.

You’re mechanically manufactured,

With billions served

Under those yellow arches.

 

Delicious saucy Judas!

I crave your slimy deception,

dyed and poison polished.

Classified as dog scraps,

you fed me lies.

The memories will forever

turn my stomach.

Just change, my dear nuggets.

Stop teasing me, you

sketchy chick.

Author's Note

Honesty is best!