Fast Food Friends

The hunger pangs of loneliness 
create an urgent burning need,

and under that destructive stress 
we do attempt our souls to feed.

But just like all else in our lives
 convenience is priority one,

and to our very soul’s demise 
we fill it with what’s quick and done.

Preserved and ready on a shelf, 
our Facebook friends are ample store

to stuff our lives and fool ourselves 
that we aren’t hungry anymore.

Social waistlines ever-growing, 
and with appetites unchecked

we are simply overflowing 
from the hordes we don’t reject.

Ever feeding, never full 
of the junk-crowds we consume.

Only managing to lull 
our own ego’s sense of doom.

Sense of being all alone, 
in this big and bustling town.

Only you are on your own, 
and the rest are in a crowd.

So we grow our social savings 
and our contact lists increase.

From our constant people cravings, 
both malnourished and obese.

For the quality of those 
on whom we expend our time

does but little question pose 
in our frantic little minds.

In our scramble to keep up 
with the social expectation,

we keep drinking from that cup
to relieve our desperation.

Having wasted many hours 
on my fast food friends of yore,

I am fain now to devour 
any such distasteful store.

There is little satisfaction 
in their company and flavor,

and I do not feel attraction 
to their insincere behavior.

Find companionship that’s worth 
all the time that we commit,

In our only life on earth, 
to the social living bit.

I would rather eat whole wheat 
with the people that I prize.

Not as sugary and sweet, 
but not living in disguise.

Being wholesome in themselves, 
the companions that I choose

fill my world with vital health, 
and my hunger is subdued.