Abused

ABUSED I beat up a bottle of sprite the other day, No one complained They just said “oh what a shame” like bro that was lame Pick up a pad—let’s play a game It’s called puff puff pass The winner gets chemo and a transplant in the end and If you’re lucky— the bonus is you get to bury a friend Un-amused I said I’ll skip the puffing and pass I felt abused but alas I heard a bottle, cry out loud and in no doubt proud I saw a man strangle it Foaming at the tip, The man now guzzling it— Its insides were thrown into a pit I stood there helpless and ashamed and I’m not proud to say I witnessed a murder that day.