Part-time poet,
PepsiCo™ pontificator.
Leader of new-thought vendor,
the soda slinging half-wit.
Brain on fizz,
finessing a fine belch from
my gangly gullet to which
I exclaim -
Smart fart!
Took the Elevator!
Slapped knees swell
from banter.
Living the dream!
A loaded lie as we
sweat the loaded pistol
held to our carbonated craniums.
Down the barrel I hear
an angel deliver us from
Dew ™, her grace
sugary and subversive.
Do it for the kids,
hubris gushing from
my oily pores.
The denial of dealing
phallic plastic rockets
of confectionery pesticide.
I envision myself
down the drive-thru
asking the great maker
for an order of mercy
on my insulin deficient soul...
with a diet.
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