Once begun, Fast Food Wars may never end but until everyone gets a taste there's still hope. And ketchup. And so begins our story.
Lunch Bell Blues
Race to dine, it’s lunch bell time,
walk three steps to the car,
drive fast to the fast food joint
like the fool you really are.
Cholesterol, they’ve got it all,
name your poison, woof it down,
ride back to your cubical;
makes your butt so big around.
Stand in line, it’s lunch bell time;
do it for your sons and daughters.
Fatten up, do what you’re told
like cattle led to slaughter.
And sing them lunch bell blues.
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Just be forewarned, the story may never end even after the author dies.