Cheeseburger from McDonald's

"This poem is like a cheeseburger from McDonald's," I say
while eating a cheeseburger from McDonald's
and reading a poem that reminds me of a cheeseburger from McDonald's
titled "Cheeseburger from McDonald's"
when I put down my cheeseburger from McDonald's
and look over at the cheeseburger from McDonald's
in the hands of my friend, who's eating her cheeseburger from McDonald's
while reading a newspaper with an advertisement offering a cheeseburger from McDonald's
and another cheeseburger from McDonald's for $1.00
(just $1.00 for a cheeseburger from McDonald's
and another cheeseburger from McDonald's),
then past her to someone else eating a cheeseburger from McDonald's
with their fat son eating his cheeseburger from McDonald's
and someone else (a skinny Asian guy, it looks like from here) getting on line to order a cheeseburger from McDonald's
(perhaps just to look at the cheeseburger from McDonald's
with his vegan girlfriend standing next to him, who like him would never eat a cheeseburger from McDonald's);
my friend finishes her cheeseburger from McDonald's,
I finish my cheeseburger from McDonald's,
and we leave.