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Confessions of a Swirly Straw

The Swirly Straw said to the Clear Cola 
“I don’t mean to pry 
but I’m tired of getting double teamed 
Like some harlot in a trashy movie 
If I wanted so many ménage a trios’ 
I would have wished to be a porn star 
Or possibly a prostitute 
And even if I were born Jenna Jameson, Francesca Le, or Kobe Tai 
I would have chosen a different occupation 
Yes, it’s true I was Cleopatra in a past life 
And perhaps I was the infamous Jezebel also 
And perhaps I enjoy the physical act of sex 
A little too much 
But there is something very unsettling 
about my top being tongued and sucked on 
while a river of sticky sweet liquid 
Is shot up my bottom 
twisting and turning 
through my body like a shivering orgasm 
And besides your effervescing bubbles 
are tickling me in all the wrong spots 
So the next time 
this anonymous person puts his lips to me 
make yourself scarce and get out of my way 
or mark my words 
you’ll pay 
energy has a funny way 
of coming back to you 
and reimbursing the guilty 
for all the things they do.” 

Confessions of Clear Cola 

The Clear Cola said to the Swirly Straw 
“My love I know you don’t recognize me
We sometimes don’t identify everything we see
But we keep on meeting again and again
Why just last year, I was the ink and you the pen
I flow through your veins like a fish in the sea
Do you remember my love? It is I Antony 
In each life we meet, and I swim inside you
Sometimes I am blood, once I was the drink Yoo-hoo
And another thing 
I’m pretty sure of is  
That anonymous person putting his lips to you  
is Caesar from Rome
In most lifetimes he comes to devour me
Like a rabid dog with his mouth filled with foam
He is my nemesis, 
My demise, 
The reason I die
But one of these lives 
He is going to get, an Eye for an Eye
I’ve waited thousands of years,
And if I have to, 
I’ll wait more
For just one chance
To settle the score
Et tu Caesar?
Well I can’t rightly say
But I promise you Caesar
You’ll rue the day.”

By: Joseph DeMarco
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