My stomach yearns for the McD’s ice cream,

Should I act upon these desires;should I go?

I give in; I must taste my sticky dream,

Quick to my car, the quest began too slow.

I’ve arrived, but I have met a crossroads:

Travel through the drive-through or go inside,

What a puzzle, with thoughts my head explodes.

Oh, alass, I now know how to decide,

I’m Gen. Z, so social anxiety,

My journey will continue through drive-through.

Ice cream is my only priority,

McDonald’s, my saneness is up to you.

I deliver my order toward her,

“I’m sorry, the machine’s out of order.”