Fried food encased in aluminum prisons.
Trapped, fumes like smoke from a fire. Bubbling grease, popping and snapping.
Overweight moms with bratty kids, jumping up and down.
Up and down, pitching fits. Sticky fingers latching onto my bare leg.
What do I do? Slobbery smiles, gummy mouths, like old men the size of hobbits.
Swaying and cancing to the rythmic music pulsing in through the greasy air.
Handful of cotton candy and tickets.
I want to go there, mommy!
No mommy! Not there! There!!!
Buy me this mommy! Buy me that!!!
Just once, could we put down the TV controllers and the cartons of ice cream and look at what we are doing to these kids! My God, we are destroying them!
The new generation is going up in flames, and fast.
