i don’t drink
anything except
water and coffee
finally understanding
hydration really is
the key to not
feeling like
hammered shit

but i miss
a variety
of flavors
so i settled
on carbonated
water with a
hint of flavor
to satiate
the cravings

no more apt
metaphor for
growing old
exists quite
the same as
the acquiescence
of actual joy
in these cans
of emptiness
haunted by the
spectre of taste
the acceptance
better things
are in the past

while the high
fructose corn syrup
devastated the body
the caffeinated wash
of flavors which spit
in the eye of god
held a glimmer of
actually living
as it killed you
a symbiotic case
of self destruction

no more secret serums
in brazen cans
loaded with enough
chemicals to get
a rhino fully erect
and flushed bright red
as the caffeine allows
you to see through time
while humming frenetically

just a cold can filled
with empty promises
and an aftertaste of
strained fruit flatulence
along with the unsettling
realization of your own
rapidly approaching demise