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Confessions of a Swirly Straw
by Joseph DeMarco
(07/28/10)
The Swirly Straw said to the Clear Cola
"I don't mean to pry
but I'm tired of getting double-teamed
Like some harlot in a trashy movie
If I wanted so many ménage a trios
I would have wished to be a porn star
Or possibly a prostitute
And even if I were born Jenna Jameson, Francesca Le, or Kobe Tai
I would have chosen a different occupation
Yes, it's true I was Cleopatra in a past life
And perhaps I was the infamous Jezebel also
And perhaps I enjoy the physical act of sex
A little too much
But there is something very unsettling
about my top being tongued and sucked on
while a river of sticky sweet liquid
Is shot up my bottom
twisting and turning
through my body like a shivering orgasm
And besides your effervescing bubbles
are tickling me in all the wrong spots
So the next time
this anonymous person puts his lips to me
make yourself scarce and get out of my way
or mark my words
you'll pay
energy has a funny way
of coming back to you
and reimbursing the guilty
for all the things they do."
Confessions of Clear Cola
The Clear Cola said to the Swirly Straw
"My love I know you don't recognize me
We sometimes don't identify everything we see
But we keep on meeting again and again
Why just last year, I was the ink and you the pen
I flow through your veins like a fish in the sea
Do you remember my love? It is I Antony
In each life we meet, and I swim inside you
Sometimes I am blood, once I was the drink Yoo-hoo
And another thing
I'm pretty sure of is
That anonymous person putting his lips to you
is Caesar from Rome
In most lifetimes he comes to devour me
Like a rabid dog with his mouth filled with foam
He is my nemesis,
My demise,
The reason I die
But one of these lives
He is going to get an Eye for an Eye
I've waited thousands of years,
And if I have to,
I'll wait more
For just one chance
To settle the score
Et tu Caesar?
Well I can't rightly say
But I promise you Caesar
You'll rue the day."
©2010 by Joseph DeMarco
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