Original Poem

Drink from the bottle made from toxic plastics

From a factory where people die.

Drink the volcanic molasses

Magma gases burn my nose, eyes water.

The refreshment that shines my pennies,

This is the nectar of power.

The power of humanity

The power to make humanity diabetic.

When mixed with Mentos, the power

To make seagulls explode.

The power of happiness

Goddamn marketing.

I will not nurse my baby on your battery acid soda pop

I will not collect your salt shakers and napkin holders,

while I reminisce about housewives with microwaves

and manual kitchen appliances and

White picket fences the same as the neighbors’

A driveway the same as the neighbors’

The lawn is a little patchy but we can get some fertilizer

And make it look like the neighbors’

And we can all sit in the green back yard

Cooking burgers made from cows who never saw sun

And drink coca cola in our naïve khaki shorts.



Revision 1:

The Power of Happiness

The refreshment that shines my pennies,

This is the nectar of power.

The power of humanity

The power to make humanity diabetic.

When mixed with Mentos, the power

To make seagulls explode.

We drink the battery acid soda pop bliss
from an uneducated bottle made of plastic elation.
Magma gases burn my nose, eyes water
from the volcanic molasses advertising.

I will not collect your salt shakers and napkin holders,

while I reminisce about housewives with microwaves

and manual kitchen appliances and

White picket fences the same as the neighbors’

A driveway the same as the neighbors’

The lawn is a little patchy but we can get some fertilizer

And make it look like the neighbors’

And we can all sit in the green back yard

Cooking burgers made from cows who never saw sun

And drink coca cola in our naïve khaki shorts.


Revision 2: 

Popular Culture

We drink the battery acid soda pop bliss
from an uneducated bottle made of plastic elation.
Magma gases burn my nose, eyes water
from the volcanic molasses advertising.

We will not collect your salt shakers and napkin holders,

while we reminisce about housewives with
microwaves and manual kitchen appliances and

White picket fences the same as the neighbors’

A driveway the same as the neighbors’

The lawn is a little patchy but we can get some fertilizer

And make it look like the neighbors’

And we can all sit in the green back yard

Cooking burgers made from cows who never saw sun

And drink coca cola in our naive khaki shorts.