Showing sad poems for tag "Drinking"

Buzz

Amanda

The  sour bitter taste flows through my mouth,
I don't see how people drink this;
The bubbles drain down my innocent throat,
One down.

The twist, the crack, the mini explosion 
out of the long neck.
Number two. 
The smell of it flutters the whole house

Everyone was doing it, why not me? 
Or, at least that is what
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