The Future as Irony
If we try to look ahead, say ten years when ex-president Trump sits in a cell in Arizona sent by Elon Musk, who rules the world and has an army of all-seeing AI officials, people will wonder why Trump lived that long, living on burgers and Pepsi Cola, concluding it is a long-life diet they too must live by to become very old.
They don’t know that Elon Musk, the Titan planted a chip in Trump’s brain to keep him alive showing us he has no hard feelings against the man, who got him sacked in 2025 from a job he had taken delight in because there had been many protests from other wealthy people, who the truth was told about their thieving.
Elon Musk is a remarkable man, he puts on a false beard, puts in old clothes and pretends he is poor, walks into cafés, asks for a burger and coffee, if the staff refuses to serve the poor man food, Elon Musk reviles himself and fire the staff who has to beg for food to survive as a moral lesson, the chart-savvy people applauded him
Categories:
pepsi cola, absence, angst, april, best
Form: ABC
HuH!!!
there be no honey bees in the winter
naked are the trees
NO! cold Pepsi Cola no RC
Heated are the harden heart, which are no longer gold
the deaf, the blind, the invalids screams not,
nor are their voices heard
WONDER BIRD
all doors closed
IM-PAR-TI-AL-I-TY-
12/31/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023
Categories:
pepsi cola, allusion, analogy, desire,
Form: Free verse
We are going to Pepsi Cola Florida today
But why? Her amused relatives would ask.
Maybe to drink Pepsi? She said right away.
At five, so sad that she has to wear a mask.
Hope Florida weather will be mild all day
So they can watch the manatees bask.
Categories:
pepsi cola, humorous, travel,
Form: Rhyme
I am confused by their behavior
Woman of African origin are a dilemma to me
I think they are enigmatic beings little known
Cheap but not cheap, confusing but not confused
They wake up in the morning excited
But sit down for many hours in bedrooms
Shaping and massaging the body with fingers
The mirror suffers in silence but they go on
Dark skinned or brown they may appear
By the time of leaving the house for journey
Mirinda faces and Pepsi cola legs carry them
And you see them switching themselves on and off
I am confused by their behavior, women of Africa
These women of the new hybrid civilization
Eyebrows shaven but in place crayon is pasted
Finger nails removed but talons of eagles fixed
Schemes and lesson notes are made carefully
In salons, staff rooms 13,000 words are spoken
Points, gossip, rumors, facts intertwine in confusion
and the more I listen the more I am confused
No man, no woman. no situation, no case
Escapes their attention each day of the week
But to me listening capacity is broken in pieces
And my confusion grows fat as they do their things
Categories:
pepsi cola, satire, women,
Form: Quatrain
These vain attempts at verse could not be droller.
Your stuff is less inviting than ebola
(and not as catchy). Wordier than Emil Zola,
you haven’t got the steam to be a roller.
I’ve seen more cutting-edge in Pepsi-Cola.
You clearly honed your style in Fuengirola.
About as challenging as last year’s “¡Hola!”
(I’m sure you’re highly thought of in Angola.)
But that aside, I need a favour, mate.
The flood of would-be Spensers is in spate.
I’d like you to review – that is, donate
your time and talent (at the going-rate,
which happens to be zero.) Desecrate
the pricks who prattle, and the prigs who prate.
Denounce, detract. Indulge that gelding hate
that wells in all of us. The cut-off date
is looming, so get hacking. Don’t be late!
Categories:
pepsi cola, satire,
Form: Monorhyme
If you’re feeling low and your taste buds are dry;
Your energy’s gone but the sun is still high;
You want to quench your thirst that keeps building up
Well, sit beside me and say … “Pepsi Please”
Say, “Pepsi Please”
And you’ll have a good day;
Say, “Pepsi Please”
And good taste is on its way;
Sit right here and have a Pepsi Cola
And, just like that, your blues are gonna be over.
REPEAT
by Joe Flach, 6/4/2015 for the Sing me A Jingle Contest.
Categories:
pepsi cola, song,
Form: Lyric
Here my guttural wombat cry
I'm envisioning a life without you...
This ridiculous school bus pandering-
Let the mafia emerge from underground
Shell the streets down
To choke this gasoline vibe
What were you hoping this time around?
Let the karma ferris wheel fly off the boardwalk
And skittles pepsi cola families
Hit the rebound
Your sucking the atmosphere dry
I'd rather dig a grave than participate
I'll be a carpenter bee
To your massive unparalleled stupidity
Categories:
pepsi cola, angst, funeral, funny,
Form: Free verse