McDonalds Crew

I have a late night McDonalds crew.

I'm betting you wish you had one too.

We go and we get ice cream and fries.

I'll usually go for two apple pies.

Three girls and a boy, well an honorary female.

We've gone out for food in sun, rain, snow, and hail.

My crew always claims the booth in the corner.

Sometimes we're lucky and they mess up our order.

And we're lucky because they'll bring us free food.

McFlurries and sundaes brought out by some dude. 

Sometimes we also go further down the road.

To drink enough Starbucks to make us explode.

We talk about books, travel, studies, and guys.

How we'll save, graduate, and take to the skies.

We'll go see Scotland, Ireland, England, and France.

I hope that someday we'll really have that chance.

But for now we'll keep going on shorter, cheaper trips.

To Starbucks, McDonalds, and Walmart for chips.

I can't wait to go out again but it might be a while. 

Though when the wait is over I'll again see them smile. 

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