Play this haunting song while reading this sad story:
You sit at the restaurant with your young son. He says
he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner.
You open up the kids’ menu; your child is far too young for
adult food. Chicken nuggets stare at you from the page.
You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son
complains. He says he is hungry.
Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of
sweet potatoes and French fries.
You try to order the chicken nuggets, but you cannot. The
words cannot escape your lips.
Your son is hungry, he complains.
The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken
nugget, her arms swinging French fries.
Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugget-less child.
In your mind you scream.
It is raining sweet potatoes now, but you have French fries
engraved on your left temple and you do not understand.
Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for
the chicken nuggets.
And all the while, you hear this song playing in the
background of your mind!
The horror! The horror!
You may also hear this haunting song when:
You are in a funeral home.
You are watching the movie “Platoon.”
You are eating cereal and run out of milk.
You sit on the throne and find that you are out of toilet paper.
You find yourself as the sole survivor after nuclear Armageddon.
Your girlfriend dumps you.
You want to fall
asleep.
Now, listen to this version:
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