Coke. . .A world of its own
As you can see, Coke is timeless. It has been here forever. . .before it was capitalized and marketed. It is the true nectar of the earth, sweet and satisfying.
Coke in History: Why USA kicked ass in WWII
Do not try to fight the power; try to invoke it. COKE POWER!!!
You are probably now wondering why I have made this shrine and expressed passionately my feelings about Coke.
It all started when I was a little baby--probably about 2 or so (I have a great memory), and I was at this daycare, and one of the ladies who worked their offered me a sip of her Coke. I had one sip, and I wanted another--in fact, I wanted the whole damn thing. So I cried and I cried. . .
Well, when I was a child my mother decided to ban everything good and wonderful from me--that is, she wouldn't let us have any sweets, like Lucky Charms, Oreos, and Coke. All the other kids ate these things but NOT ME. No my mom was being a $%#^! (I really love my mom. . .). Her banning these things from me made me want it even more and more and more. Such sinful pleasures. . .
I knew where to get the good stuff. Friend's houses, relatives. . .
My first real addiction to the good stuff came when I was at my uncle's house one summer, and he had CRATES of the good stuff, so I asked for a Coke. He said "Of course" and I went for it. Well, then I wanted another, and another, and another. . .you get the idea. I had insomnia that whole summer.
As a rising senior in a demanding private school, Coke is the life force because it has one magical ingredient. . .CAFFEINE! Well, I still had insomnia and I had to wake up early for school all irritable until my fix. I had a cold one after school EVERY freaking day and now I've gone up 5 pants sizes since my freshman year. I am trying to cut back, but it's all good when you've got a coke in your hands.
"Image is Nothing. Thirst is everything. Obey your thirst."--slogan for Sprite, a non-caffeinated but thirst-quenching coke product.
"By now you've probably opened it already
It's all there telling
your senses to come
alive and taste all that
life has to offer
Cold caffeinated coke, dark and sweet as sin
Signs in cursive the places where it's been
Soft curves of a glass bottle, bottled thing set free
Bubly, the emotions float to the surface and pop
Brought out, bringing about, the best, unable to stop
The hand lifting the bottle to the fair lips of thee
Dawn stood still to spotlight strainds
of viewers tranced in reverance.
as war drums beat the blaring din
soundtracking new malevolence.
a genesis, a new god's birth had spread in word like dreaded plauge.
and the curious now culminate around his cradle, dark and vauge.
they sense a penetrating pulse of potent power looming by.
and bitter father time alone decides which of them is to die.
their wait is kept short
with shreiks and gasp and other sorts of sounds escaping horrored lip
all turn and marvel, bend and kneel, as the ground extends its ruptured rip
and out of earhtern womb swells mammoth head soon followed by it's build
gargantuain and merciless, the skies, with glaring eyes, are filled
his ministers proclaim in prose
but in the awe no one quite knows
what sense to make out of their words...
until their Master's voice is heard.
he roars and speaks in defeaning voice
"A BRUTAL DEATH TO AGE OF CHOICE
I AM PEPSI, LORD OF LORE
YOU WILL DRINK OF ME.... OR DRINK NO MORE!"
already faithful serve the wicked leader and are offered tastes
to quech their thirst on vile liquid with demons blood enlaced
but inside a staring beauty a fiery heart skips not a beat
as decidedly she makes her way onwards towards the monsters feet
as ever closer she draws near she thinks not fear, nor doubt, nor pain,
but dons a mask of stoic determination which she shall sustain
through task- through plan -through hell itself -until she's vanquised cursed foe
and eyes of fire flame radiance as swiftly drawn is lethal bow
strikes dead and ends new birth
behemoth cries in anguish
and falls limply to the earth
victorious she stands facing the heap of flesh now void of breath and his reign of tyranny over soft drink joins him in death
withdrawing bow, she now recites her mantra , tired and true
"CANT BEAT THE REAL THING MOTHERFUCKER
SORRY, THOUGHT YOU KNEW!"