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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Laura Redi)
Wed Nov 6 10:47:20 2002
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A great program from the McLibel list, which was started in order to
convey the case of two vegetarian activists sued for libel by McDonald's
for passing out leaflets, a case which turned into the longest libel
case in British history and resulted in McDonald's losing a number of
points on their libel suit. (For example, it was officially found that
McDonald's is indeed responsible for animal cruelty.) The case just
officially closed in the last few weeks.
Enjoy.
-Laura
> This excellent poem was sent in by Séan Baldwin.
> Enjoy.
>
> MAC ATTACK
>
>
>
> Beaming thru fog
> The Golden Gateway to the stars
> Displayed upon the chests
> Of zombies
> Whose medals have been won
> For the Army of the Dead that
> Peddles
> Meat within a bun.
>
> So,
> What comes first,
> The Nuggets or the Muffin?
>
> It’s a tough old choice
> On McDonald’s Farm.
>
> And bumbling through the blur
> Of a bloodshot hotplate haze,
> Purple trousers crease
> And tightly greet.
> Wiping trays
> Is Darren Who
> At sixteen shows off
> The moustache of ambition.
> He reflects upon the many
> Mop-wet slippydamp tiles,
> Fiercely illuminated
> By fake fluorescent, fixture-fitted
> Primary coloured smiles.
>
> Careful, don’t slip up son…
>
> In this neon nether-Neverland
> Small Peter Pancakes like to run,
> Wee Wendy Burgers wallow
> In the polystyrene Yankee fun
> That little darlings always swallow.
> Lazy parents yawn, lost
> Boys and girls twist and gurn to
> Hard-core technojungleragga and
> Eat and eat and eat and EAT
> In sound-bite celebration
> Of another year consumed.
> Fifteen minutes later they are
> Spat out for another
> Crocodile
> With golden teeth,
> Painted lips smack
> Your welcome.
>
>
>
>
> And picked out in the sights
> Of the many strip-search lights
> Sit King Burger and his sprites
> Of the Clown Table.
> Swathed in the greedy glare
> Upon his throne a plastic chair,
> He courts attention and
> Rashly mentions to the munchkins
> Sprawling banquets of his past,
> Jamborees on Summer evenings
> Where the food was never fast.
> Ten year olds scoff
> And belch into cartons.
> Royally flushed,
> He administers pardons
> And gets the Shakes.
> His cardboard crown has slipped
> As the chips are downed and dipped
> With too much relish.
>
> And
> Oblivious to the children’s glee,
> He’s missed the simple novelty
> Of Cramelot’s absurdity.
>
> No cutlery you see.
>
> Just
> Fingers and thumbs,
> No charm,
> No veg,
> (and love of the West, keep moving).
> “You got it” -
> Now, swallow
> And
> REPEAT.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> All words copyright Séan Baldwin 2002
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Laura Redi
Ph.D. Candidate
Speech and Hearing Bioscience and Technology
Harvard-MIT Health Sciences Technology Program
redi@mit.edu
W: 617-253-5957
F: 617-258-7864
H: 617-489-6429
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This excellent poem was sent in by Séan Baldwin.
Enjoy.
MAC ATTACK
Beaming thru fog
The Golden Gateway to the stars
Displayed upon the chests
Of zombies
Whose medals have been won
For the Army of the Dead that
Peddles
Meat within a bun.
So,
What comes first,
The Nuggets or the Muffin?
It’s a tough old choice
On McDonald’s Farm.
And bumbling through the blur
Of a bloodshot hotplate haze,
Purple trousers crease
And tightly greet.
Wiping trays
Is Darren Who
At sixteen shows off
The moustache of ambition.
He reflects upon the many
Mop-wet slippydamp tiles,
Fiercely illuminated
By fake fluorescent, fixture-fitted
Primary coloured smiles.
Careful, don’t slip up son…
In this neon nether-Neverland
Small Peter Pancakes like to run,
Wee Wendy Burgers wallow
In the polystyrene Yankee fun
That little darlings always swallow.
Lazy parents yawn, lost
Boys and girls twist and gurn to
Hard-core technojungleragga and
Eat and eat and eat and EAT
In sound-bite celebration
Of another year consumed.
Fifteen minutes later they are
Spat out for another
Crocodile
With golden teeth,
Painted lips smack
Your welcome.
And picked out in the sights
Of the many strip-search lights
Sit King Burger and his sprites
Of the Clown Table.
Swathed in the greedy glare
Upon his throne a plastic chair,
He courts attention and
Rashly mentions to the munchkins
Sprawling banquets of his past,
Jamborees on Summer evenings
Where the food was never fast.
Ten year olds scoff
And belch into cartons.
Royally flushed,
He administers pardons
And gets the Shakes.
His cardboard crown has slipped
As the chips are downed and dipped
With too much relish.
And
Oblivious to the children’s glee,
He’s missed the simple novelty
Of Cramelot’s absurdity.
No cutlery you see.
Just
Fingers and thumbs,
No charm,
No veg,
(and love of the West, keep moving).
“You got it” -
Now, swallow
And
REPEAT.
All words copyright Séan Baldwin 2002
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<br><font size=+0>Enjoy.</font>
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<p><b><font size=+0>MAC ATTACK</font></b></center>
<p><br>
<p><font size=+0>Beaming thru fog</font>
<br><font size=+0>The Golden Gateway to the stars</font>
<br><font size=+0>Displayed upon the chests</font>
<br><font size=+0>Of zombies</font>
<br><font size=+0>Whose medals have been won</font>
<br><font size=+0>For the Army of the Dead that</font>
<br><font size=+0>Peddles</font>
<br><font size=+0>Meat within a bun.</font>
<p><font size=+0>So,</font>
<br><font size=+0>What comes first,</font>
<br><font size=+0>The Nuggets or the Muffin?</font>
<p><font size=+0>It’s a tough old choice</font>
<br><font size=+0>On McDonald’s Farm.</font>
<p><font size=+0>And bumbling through the blur</font>
<br><font size=+0>Of a bloodshot hotplate haze,</font>
<br><font size=+0>Purple trousers crease</font>
<br><font size=+0>And tightly greet.</font>
<br><font size=+0>Wiping trays</font>
<br><font size=+0>Is Darren Who</font>
<br><font size=+0>At sixteen shows off</font>
<br><font size=+0>The moustache of ambition.</font>
<br><font size=+0>He reflects upon the many</font>
<br><font size=+0>Mop-wet slippydamp tiles,</font>
<br><font size=+0>Fiercely illuminated</font>
<br><font size=+0>By fake fluorescent, fixture-fitted</font>
<br><font size=+0>Primary coloured smiles.</font>
<p><font size=+0>Careful, don’t slip up son…</font>
<p><font size=+0>In this neon nether-Neverland</font>
<br><font size=+0>Small Peter Pancakes like to run,</font>
<br><font size=+0>Wee Wendy Burgers wallow</font>
<br><font size=+0>In the polystyrene Yankee fun</font>
<br><font size=+0>That little darlings always swallow.</font>
<br><font size=+0>Lazy parents yawn, lost</font>
<br><font size=+0>Boys and girls twist and gurn to</font>
<br><font size=+0>Hard-core technojungleragga and</font>
<br><font size=+0>Eat and eat and eat and EAT</font>
<br><font size=+0>In sound-bite celebration</font>
<br><font size=+0>Of another year consumed.</font>
<br><font size=+0>Fifteen minutes later they are</font>
<br><font size=+0>Spat out for another</font>
<br><font size=+0>Crocodile</font>
<br><font size=+0>With golden teeth,</font>
<br><font size=+0>Painted lips smack</font>
<br><font size=+0>Your welcome.</font>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<p><font size=+0>And picked out in the sights</font>
<br><font size=+0>Of the many strip-search lights</font>
<br><font size=+0>Sit King Burger and his sprites</font>
<br><font size=+0>Of the Clown Table.</font>
<br><font size=+0>Swathed in the greedy glare</font>
<br><font size=+0>Upon his throne a plastic chair,</font>
<br><font size=+0>He courts attention and</font>
<br><font size=+0>Rashly mentions to the munchkins</font>
<br><font size=+0>Sprawling banquets of his past,</font>
<br><font size=+0>Jamborees on Summer evenings</font>
<br><font size=+0>Where the food was never fast.</font>
<br><font size=+0>Ten year olds scoff</font>
<br><font size=+0>And belch into cartons.</font>
<br><font size=+0>Royally flushed,</font>
<br><font size=+0>He administers pardons</font>
<br><font size=+0>And gets the Shakes.</font>
<br><font size=+0>His cardboard crown has slipped</font>
<br><font size=+0>As the chips are downed and dipped</font>
<br><font size=+0>With too much relish.</font>
<p><font size=+0>And</font>
<br><font size=+0>Oblivious to the children’s glee,</font>
<br><font size=+0>He’s missed the simple novelty</font>
<br><font size=+0>Of Cramelot’s absurdity.</font>
<p><font size=+0>No cutlery you see.</font>
<p><font size=+0>Just</font>
<br><font size=+0>Fingers and thumbs,</font>
<br><font size=+0>No charm,</font>
<br><font size=+0>No veg,</font>
<br><font size=+0>(and love of the West, keep moving).</font>
<br><font size=+0>“You got it” -</font>
<br><font size=+0>Now, swallow</font>
<br><font size=+0>And</font>
<br><font size=+0>REPEAT.</font>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<p><b><font size=+0>All words copyright Séan Baldwin 2002</font></b></html>
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