Diet Coke

It’s sad that,

No amount of diet cola,

Will make me feel less sad.

 

It must be clear to all those taken – I did not take

It must not be heard from those that spoken – I could not speak

This sorrow from the late hours – the sad world remains

 

You say you taste fresh

But you taste of unripe fruit

You say you’re sugar free

But that can’t be true

This is why I am afraid

When you say I can feel better

 

I sit in this boarded room

With a wall too dark to see;

I see myself in liquid.

Can there remain alone

The flower deep in dirt;

Sweetness can’t cover bitter.

 

Gold in this brisk wind of lonely night,

That which bleeds a cold and pompous aroma,

Does not soothe my bitter blood.

 

I dare not say,

Such heresy in the face of our great lord coca cola,

BUT I MUST,

You shall not writhe me in my sleep from bed this morning with your sugar-free arousals.

ThisismostdefinetelyNOTajoke

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