McCursed

McCursed

I am cursed
by McDonald's™ gods.
I am not kidding, it's true!
No matter which one I go
to or what I order, it's
always wrong, messed up.
I am cursed!

I order
no onions on my
Quarter Pounder™ (yes, with cheese),
I end up with some sort of Chicken
Sandwich (yes, with cheese) and, of
course, extra onions.
What's the deal???

Or they might
forget my fries or
give me Diet Coke™ instead
of REAL Coke <shudder> - I hate Diet!
Or else my food is
cold and rubbery
(with onions).

Even when
I check the bag just
before I drive away, when
I get home there'll be something missing,
vanished right into thin air.
Except for onions-
They haunt me.

Perhaps it
is just as well, since
fast food is quite unhealthy
(though sometimes it is just so darn good!)
Maybe the universe is
trying to tell me
something? Nah ...

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