Today i have a thirst.

A thirst that can't be quenched.

The fizz they've canned

It moulds esteem with predjudice

That fools us into leisure lents



I'm lost for words between the foes

Some many choices cloned of coke

Help me understand it and not fear the loom.



It's time to boil and study tiles.

A rushed and flakey lack of style.





It's kind to you and me.

The colour so scanty.



Chide cola for it rots the teeth-we know.