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2023 Poetry Contest
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It is a symbol for our age,
Put fire/ire/stupidity in, venting machines put out
All the things you agree to hate
It sates you, doesn't it?
All will shout
Until we tire of the fire, run out of curses,
Those verses that spew from our fingers or our mouths
And then on to the next appliance,
A place where in the unfaced dark we can scream obscene defiance.
I love Coke
I love Life
I love my Health
Can't we all just get along?
pop goes your health
As you drink it down
So does it drink down
Slowly tasting and devouring away your health
Pop goes the plan
Pop goes your once sane plan for life
As the soda monsters
Drink their fill of your lost dreams
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