Awesomeness

This is a poem by my good friend John Gentile, a writer of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Here is his awesome blog on which he interviews Kanye West among other musicians: www.MusicInInk.com


Man, what is going down at the Mickey D's?
I'll go there about once a week
they have a delicious grilled chicken salad
five bucks and a quarter
and it is hella tasty
another buck for a sweet tea (not bad)
and when I go
I go on random days
not like always on monday or thursday or something
but every time i go
sitting in the back
there is morbidly obese woman
so obese that she can hardly walk with a cane
she's early 50s with rings around her stomach like tires
thats not weird
here's what is:
she has two kids who are either indian or pakistani
but she's clearly white
and they are like six and eight
and sometimes she's really nasty to them
and sometimes she's very nurturing
and there's always a persian man in an accountant-style suit sitting across from her
and he's clearly not their dad
you can tell by how he addresses the kids
Every time I see the pillow woman and the persian man,
they are exchanging information in their spiral-bound notebooks
And always asking about when so-and-so is going to meet them at the Mickey D's
but I never see so-and-so, but they keep talking about him (them)
Are they running an illegal business?
Marriage on demand?
Immigration fraud?
Child sex slaves!?
or maybe they just run a part time accounting firm...?
Or maybe a closet-arranging business for fun...?
But that's not the feeling that I get.
Man, what the hell is going down at the Mickey D's?