Ode To Coke

Oh, Coka-Cola. How I love thee,

I see you, lurking on the periphery of my vision.

Sitting, waiting, flaunting your refreshing goodness. 

I've told myself before you were bad,

But, alas, you are mine,

I drink, Then I feel sad you are gone,

and the guilt set's in...

I drank you, in all your refreshing glory.

I hide in the corner, like a crazy old cat-person,

Rocking to the beat of my own monotonical laughter.

Just this once, I chuckle, then we will be no more,

but somehow I know I will come crawling back,

begging for your forgiveness.

Don't judge me, random patrons of the internet,

I am no match for the glorious, carbonated sugar-trap,

which we have entitled "Soda."