August 5, 2010

Never written with themes like this before, it is a fair bit out of my comfort zone but here is a poem from the idea of “pepsi”. Clearly I do not drink it much!

we drink the same sickening sweetness
every time we go for lunch;
like an ant driven to a honey trap
we continue to consume,
following the queen’s command.

newcomers crawl over our bloated remains
floating atop a stagnant pool of ideas,
all to find a fresh flavour;
something more tasteful than the original.

born from taste, carried by desire,
this sweet intoxication attracts
like no drug can.