Ode to Pepsi

As a seventeen-year-old night owl going to early morning seminary, I found myself falling asleep in class on a repeated basis. After a particularly embarrassing moment of waking up in biology thirty minutes after class had ended, I found a quick, simple, and tasty way to avoid falling asleep: Pepsi. I've been addicted for nineteen years now and have decided it's time to give it up. So, as a final farewell to my Pepsi drinking days, I'm posting a poem I wrote a couple years ago. It's called . . . .

Ode to Pepsi

Oh, Pepsi, friend

thou dost lift me up

and send great bursts of life

through sluggish veins

that waken mine eyes

and quicken my step

so that I might finish the day

I have begun.

Oh, fiendish friend,

thy taste is acid to my gut

though sweetened tongue

and dependant blood

doth cause me to partke of thee

time and time again

despite the burning heart

and shaking hands.

Oh, Pepsi,

thou who dost masquerade thyself

as friend, when thou art in truth

a parasite that gives me bursts of life,

but takes it from me again,

and I am forced to drink thy acid

once again, or resign myself to a nap

-- and I,

fool that I am,

would rather poison myself than sleep.

I shall poison myself no more! Pepsi - we're done. Adios, amigo.

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