Panacea!

all yee people may yee behold the great Elixir of Life!
oh how humble i stand at it's sight
the majik of majiks!
oh yet my longing grows for you every second

and third and fourth

oh butt i really am seduced by your lust.

where's the trust
blown away like trust.

tell my senses how

i'm wishing i'm in a constant state of now
tell the world why

fly bye cry dye die deep fry

tell me without faulter

how the hell a cup of you costs less than water! (you can get 250 ml of sunkist for half price of that amount of water)

it's you, the one i so violently pursue

it's that, tell your mother you are fat

please give me room to heal, give me some of your orange peel

let me to bite in to your alluminium casing

and let the orange blood be spilt

i shall be stacy

and you as well

don't ever tell me that the world is round, or that light is faster than sound, or that a rhombus beith round

tell me of the stories of old, of how kings were turned to slaves, bought and sold,

of the pious men, and how they robbed souls,

of the palms of my hands, the soles of my souls.

tell me why, an entire nation of kuwaities cant resist,

this little beverage commonly known as "sunkist"

(take the road straight ahead, only look back, there's no use bringing up all the dust if you don't enjoy its texture)

danka.