Ostriches in the drive-thru, Snorting milkshakes.
Gulls float around inside, Nesting in the booths, Beside layers of french fries.
A child is playing with toy cars, Circling round and round, Mustard covering his face. A blue thunderbolt Crashes into the sand, Becoming petrified, Rock solid stance. The skies roll images of worlds, And unknown cities merge and mingle. From the sea rise white beings, Leaving red footprints in the sand, They swarm on the rooftop, Fountains of Pepsi squirting To the heights. There is a deep murmuring, Incessantly droning, And the sun folds to green diamonds, Glittering darkly.