Golden Arches


I flip artificial beef
And fry cancerous fries
All to pay for a hope
That contradict clever lies

This routine is permanent
There are no moves to make
There no opportunities to chase
The chance is not available to take

My skin color colors me evil
I am demon in the land of the free
So I must remain in the pit of Hell
After all, it was made just for me


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