TO A WAWA SLUSHIE
You are bounteous in icy composition Red 5, corn syrup — nothing but the best I crave you Cherry? Coke? Cherry Coke? Doesn’t matter, options endless Happiness guaranteed I crave thee, O WaWa Slushee
Always accessible, twentyfourseven You are my safety net, my comfort zone Brain freeze my problems away I crave you WaWa Slushee!
Machine out of order Forlorn I am Lonely, empty, slushee-less No sugar rush for me Come again soon WaWa Slushee, I crave you
FROM A WAWA SLUSHIE
Take take take You give nothing in return 16 ounces, $1.49 — unforgivable Slurp me you will not I deserve more. Better.
Vend me out like a cheap whore Pimp me around, I am your status symbol The jewel in the crown of your pathetic existence Slurp me you will not I deserve more. Better.
Mix and match I am no mongrel I have loyalties, a home, a family A caste system Slurp me you will not I deserve more. Better.
Machine out of order A wrench in the system Saboteur you have made of me Freedom, high-day! High-day, freedom! Freedom, high-day, freedom.
