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a poem by Melanie Browne (1 of 2)
Born to Buy Happy Meals
I don't own a Harley
But Born to be Wild
Plays on an endless loop
in my brain
and sometimes
when I'm driving the
kids in the van
to McDonald's
I can feel the wind in
My hair, I can see
Wildflowers next
To the highway,
I can feel the hippies
playing happily
In my bones
I want to paint my
Face,
And walk through
New Orleans
Laughing
And pointing
At people
And their
Strange looking faces
I'd like 3 four-piece
Chicken McNuggets,
Happy meals with fries,
cokes with those,
2 for boys, and one for a girl
"Please pull around and
Pay at the first window,"
The man tells me
But Born to be Wild
Plays on an endless loop
in my brain
and sometimes
when I'm driving the
kids in the van
to McDonald's
I can feel the wind in
My hair, I can see
Wildflowers next
To the highway,
I can feel the hippies
playing happily
In my bones
Face,
And walk through
New Orleans
Laughing
And pointing
At people
And their
Strange looking faces
Chicken McNuggets,
Happy meals with fries,
cokes with those,
2 for boys, and one for a girl
Pay at the first window,"
The man tells me
© by Melanie Browne
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010
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