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.
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