Bottle of Pop

Psst! You there, looking aimlessly,

there’s something lacking in your life,

I’m sure you will agree,

so, come on over, to the shelves,

and look at me on top, for

I am sweet medicine, I’m a bottle of pop,

pay for me or steal me,

I don’t bloody care, I just want me

in you, so I can make the air,

the air you breath, the thoughts

you think, the fear of losing out,

a number in the merry mob, cheering all about,

your wayward smile; I will make;

so easily attractive, for everybody’s doing it,

the joy; so hyperactive,

there is no you, only us,

#in the game,

take no responsibility; as piety is pain,

don’t challenge me, you won’t win,

my numbers; make the code,

every single kid, has grown up on my road,

so swallow down; my sugar shit,

bandwagons make your ethics, as you cannot

make the change; you monkey breaking sticks, thus,

become both lost and found,

your life is just recycled,

like my plastic bottle, immortal and unbridled,

oi! Where are you off too? There’s no teacher

in attendance, hence, wait in line; to commit a crime,

and serve out your life sentence!