[ WP ] Hunger pains make you decide to visit your local McDonald 's in the middle of the night . Oddly the the lights are all off in the restaurant . Odder yet , the parking lot is full ...

A student awake with a belly that roars, 
 `` McDonald's will do'', his stomach implores. 
 
 Grimy bills he had scrimped swept up in his wake, 
 Crushed into a pocket to pay for a plate. 
 
 Yellow the path that that simmered at night, 
 Sullen he wandered through amber streetlight. 
 
 Yellow the arches that opened the way, 
 That hugged him coaxed him and tugged him this way. 
 
 He paused for a second, his mind feeling dull, 
 `` Why is it'' he thought `` that the lot lies full...'' 
 
 A thought cut short. The mist returns. 
 It drapes his mind, and makes him yearn 
 
 Once more to push on through the dark, 
 And reach once more, for warm golden arcs. 
 
 Over black pavement coated with gore, 
 Our man trudges tireless towards distant store. 
 
 The windows reveal: inside no light can hide, 
 Still we know that there's something inside. 
 
 If Heaven exists, the angels must cry, 
 For weary wanderers who in Hell's restaurant die. 
 
 Now at the door, a figure stands fast. 
 Upon our poor man, his shadow is cast. 
 
 Yellow light on a red nose falls, 
 Outstretched a yellow gloved hand calls. 
 
 `` *Hee hee hee hee hee*'' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

