Orange Juice
The taste of it is watery
Too watery I might as well have gotten water
And the crowd is slightly comical
While the wind plays with the window
The lights are dim and the fans
Fan away the heat
But I'm hotter than these fresh eggs
My mind is scrambled
My body is like bacon; stiff
Unable to speak
Unable to tell her
Sitting across the table
How beautiful she is
And how much I'd do for her
The sacrifices sufficient enough
To keep her content forever
But the smell of powdered sugar
Over french toast is too intoxicating
So, I just hide the compliments
With a mouthful of cowardly actions
And quench my thirst with
Orange Juice
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