the fall of ronald macdonald

so friday afternoon
i'm set up on the venice boardwalk
across from the sidewalk cafe
selling prints of my paintings

they're shooting
a ronald macdonald commercial
on the grassy hill 30 yards behind me
ronald is all dressed up
playing with the kiddies
goofing for the camera
to sell more burgers to the world

he slipped on the grass
in his big red clown shoes
& falls down
goes boom
they had to call the paramedics...

why is this such a ripe little nugget
a human being in a clown suit
representing a multinational corporation
we have all grown up with
falls down & hurts themselves

the fall of an icon...

& somehow this seems
like smuggness, snickers,
& just desserts...

like getting back at the man
the big guy
the secret oppressor
the purveyor of the worst
of america & big business
& the cause of an obese america

the gaudy lipstick & bad perfume
left on your cheek
from that relative
you didnt want to even stand next to you...

& why is there sugar & or cornsyrup
in nearly all processed food
even when it doesnt need to be any more sweet

like fruit or juice?

a whole lot of somebodyz
put that there for a reason
could it have anything to do with
creating & purpetuating
food addiction...?

ronald the myth of what..?

what does this clown really stand for?

and what does that have to do
with cow eating prairy

or feed corn
in a feedlot
by the side of the interstate...
by the millions
of tons
of cow
pressed through meat grinder
to make big mac
?

clown?
cow?

the sad part of ronalds story
is that all they have to do
is call back to the clown factory:

"hey send out another one of them there
ronald macdonald clown clones wouldya...?"