SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

I’ll Not Have What They're Having

Coffee tastes like hope but not freedom
and why am I telling you with your Kombucha
or whatever you’ll be sipping next season?
Drink bleach much? Coffee is classic
and while I need antacids for gut rot;
can’t savor the flavor of overpriced fare,
adjusted to each on a never ending lazy Susan
to alter the taste of whatever recipe to sate.

I’ll take a Cronut though, and revisit Coke.
Better make it Zero.
Fuck it! I won’t have what they’re having,
nothing ever tastes like democracy.
Give me something that tastes like...Conspiracy.
Add Splenda laced with lethal virus of hypocrisy.
You know what...

You can’t walk off set!
before this wraps up.
Cut!


Written whatever GD day this was.

(aside) Do you have to ram everything down my neck so hard? I’m not in training for masochism, you sadist.