McDonald’s is across the street.

America is across the street.

I almost can’t see those

yellow tits they call the golden arches

because the Texaco station canopy

hides it. I can’t even tell how many billions

have been served. This is very important information

knowing how many burgers have been balled

and stuffed in gaping throats.

This is now how I gauge time now. See you in

seven hundred thousand burgers babe.

I’ll marry you when it reaches a trillion.

But I won’t add to the number again, not until

tomorrow at least.