Pepsi Goose The hard wooden bench.
Peopleare sitting on it
but I know better.
I am sleep under it
and the benchincarceratesme
but it is okay
for I have my headphones
and music frees my soul.
There are avocadoes on my feet.
If I only had me a Pepsi to sip,
and with aid of my imagination,
I do!
A Pepsi appears in my hand
and I drink it
into my mouth
but my esophagus cries forth
and the Caffeine inverts my throat
and the bottle sucks me
in
to the Pepsi
like a fucking goose.