Mr. Smashface eats fast food at Supermarket # 9

“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.

I am sitting in a doorway real sick.

He pounds my head against some plastic game.

“One, two, three, four, nevermind, shut up quick.”

Before this my mom hit me with a brush.

I liked to eat at Burger King all day,

And watch cartoons and drink cold slush.

Put me in a corner, tell me to stay.

Now, Mr. Smashface turns on the microwave,

And asks me if I want a hamburger,

“No, can you turn on the TV and save

the food for later? Forget the burger.”

Soon it will be dark and God is real pleased.