Injection

by inkwell

Published December 5, 2010

In Poetry

Bubbles flew like hot air balloons -
on crack cocaine.
With sugar and ice, in a glass,
half empty, but really full.
From my bed it did carry -
I said "Merry" and you took a swig.
And the suit, the suit was red.

We showed each other our credit cards,
Giggling - bashful.
We already knew what brand was right.
It was all so wrong.
I took a sip, so damn delicious and refreshing.
With all my might I shoved the tab in.
And the beard, the beard was white.

I brought it up to my mouth,
licking the edges and swallowing the rest.
A sensation sent thrills through
my aching body,
but my thirst clung.
The seductive logo looked us in the eye,
and the Man said, "Ho, ho, ho!"

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coolperson321 commented Comment · Dec 5, 2010

Very good poem! You have talent. I don't really see any mistakes, so good job!

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BluesClues wrote a review Review · Dec 5, 2010

Oh, that's cool. Great poem, I don't have any nitpicks for it, which may or may not be a good thing... Man, now I'm jealous! :D You're very talented, keep writing!

~Blue



Some people are hourglass shaped, some people are apple shaped, some people are pear shaped, some people are even bean pole shaped, but if we’re not careful we all become banana shaped. This is your gentle posture reminder.
— Ranger