Chinese Taste Fast Food
What the fuck? What type of eating place calls itself that?
Is it the dumbed down version of eating out? How’ve we come
To that? Because when a celebrity is asked where Budapest is
In Europe; she answered that she thought Europe was a country?
It is like…taste like, but not quite like...as in getting hot sex
In exchange for money? Does it taste like love making?
As in having lots of pseudo friends; this tastes like genuine friendships? As in cheating through exams, which one crammed for a few nights…and being educated and intelligent in the same sentence? As in holding a Bible like a shield and armor, and still hating half the population? As in the utilitarian care of a Foster Family, so long as three meals are served, and provide a bed -- who then run to cash a monthly check? Does it taste like home?
Does it taste like passion when you respond to the man after the not so subtle inquiry about his financial status, yet act like frigid Ice queen when the numbers don’t act up? Does it taste like rubber when a breast has been blown in proportions by a silicone implant, because most everyone is an easy sell, when they point how much you are lacking in comparison to the norm -- and one must conform?
Like those guys who could not stop staring at the gorgeous
Creature who got on the bus? Yes, she/he was beautiful
But only under careful scrutiny would one be able to tell…
Does money taste like a successful life, when your personal life
is hell? Or when you’re empty like a cracked egg shell? What does
Happiness taste like? Like slimy chicken that seems pre-fabricated?
Later, I spent 10 minutes of my life, waiting for a red light to change, although it was not spent idly. An ice cream truck proclaimed “Soft Serve” on its driver’s side. Now, this too begs the initial question, don’t you think? Yet, not to sin from redundancy, I will abstain from wording it. It somehow brings to mind a limp penis, Viagra, and corpulent rolls.
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