by Andrew Willis
Published on: May 11, 2003
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Type: Poetry

A drink that once relieved should not have been believed.
A heat, a drought, soon dried it out,
and I had been deceived.

I took the time to drink, yet saw no need to think.
The day I pay is far away,
I'll pour you down the sink.

Somebody get me a Pepsi.



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