12-21-2009, 03:14 PM
It will rot your inside out
All that sugar they say and
he thinks:
Well that’s pretty good voodoo
Licking off peppermint fingers
With tongue painted
The pure blue of poison frogs
He knows, as
Crushed magic stirs his saliva
Like it did medicine men before him,
Like it did wild men before him,
That the secret in it is
There are no secrets, only pleasures
The cheap cola hisses.
Happy he drinks it
Down
Bubbles boiling his blood to clean sap
Oozing so slow he’ll never die,
So sweet they’d glaze his very bones
All that sugar they say and
he thinks:
Well that’s pretty good voodoo
Licking off peppermint fingers
With tongue painted
The pure blue of poison frogs
He knows, as
Crushed magic stirs his saliva
Like it did medicine men before him,
Like it did wild men before him,
That the secret in it is
There are no secrets, only pleasures
The cheap cola hisses.
Happy he drinks it
Down
Bubbles boiling his blood to clean sap
Oozing so slow he’ll never die,
So sweet they’d glaze his very bones
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?