F a s t

Reality, irony, too many uses of the same words, way too f*****g fast.

*Quick: Read me quickly!*

You’re living your fast life

In your fast car in a world that doesn’t give a damn

You get your fast food

-Trash it out the window-

Speed to your pathetic job that you hope speeds through

Piece by piece your fast food trash dissolves as you move on your way

You gain a lover, you move too fast, and too fast she gets away

And tumble by tumble the trash runs as the wind pushes it away

You act too sudden with no reason and your best friend leaves you because of your sass

Your trashed fast food ain’t so fast anymore as it stops in a field of tall grass

You don’t know where your life has gone and too quickly you’re in an alcoholic binge

A cow grazes in the early morning and by accident scoops up a little piece of the gar-bage

You can’t even talk to anyone because too soon you don’t even recognize your highs and lows

And down the cow’s stomach it goes

And quick in a confused rage you get a new hunger wondering why you even bothered

Within a few hours the cow gets slaughtered

In your fast car you speed to get food in your new mood

The very fast food

In you,

In your fast car,

Too rude,

“Man, I gotta get out of this f*****g town!

 And boy, how fast... that fast food.. goes down.

Author's Note

Green, go.
Yellow, slow.
Red: stop... Trigger warning.

Reviews

[AliciaB]

This is a very interesting poem. I really like the image of the fast food and the cyclic nature of the life it represents - life that spins like a wheel going *way too fast*. :) This is a unique and intriguing work. The use of the colors is very cool and lends itself excellently to the meaning of the poem. I don't know if you intended this or not, but I like how the first line of the red section is about the cow being slaughtered - I mean, not that I like the actual event, but the fact that the red begins with a scene of bloodshed is interesting. Overall, very well-written. Nicely done!