i've looked for the purple mountains majesty
and amber waves of grain, but thats all hidden now
by the glare from the lights of the interstate

the food tastes the same from east coast to west
and everything's pastuerized, homogenized, sanitized
all for our protection of course

coffee can't be hot enough to get out to the truck
since some silly twit decided she would sue.
corporations ate the mom and pops, chains wrapped up the diners too

dollar menus now are king, where once blue plate specials ruled
state to state it's all the same, one country under God
and those damned lights of the interstate


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 2:31 PM