love that mcdonalds shit (this is not a poem pt. 2)

humanity has evolved through

so many generations so that

I can sit in a hard plastic booth

built to resemble another booth

somewhere and I can hold a burger

stacked in the image of another

burger somewhere else

everything has a duplicate

in this strange and futuristic

world--across from me a man

spills over his chair

hello, soulmate, let me buy you

some calories

I will never feel

loneliness again