Squirt
I'm dreaming of fantastic hurt
to my stomach which once was inert.
A cringe of the can,
the binge of the man
consumed by a beverage called Squirt.
Robert Dixon
10/29/2011
The "Pick a beverage, any beverage..." contest.
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