Patron Saint of Soda
God, with His
erring wedding rings, stares me downstairs to
infinity, into a coal night.
i pray to You God for freedom
from paper as i am addicted
to writing this thing.
editing and altering and screwing with it
must be more addictive than diet pepsi.
i am the patron saint of soda.
teachers sin blessedly
and principles bless sinfully.
both have wavering voices,
TaLkInG lIkE tHiS,
implying they drink too much dr. pepper, screwing with their lungs.
i am the patron saint of soda.
and finally, clowns,
sad critters, too much pie on their face
and too many frowns on their fake flowers.
they grieve over my walls while
spraying water from the flowers, like a bottle of sprite exploding.
i am the patron saint of soda.
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