gatorade keeps on expanding
and does not ask permission of the vacuum cleaner
it runs on juice,
not on oxygen, you fools
If the gatorade’s arrogance is noted
inspectors will march in the streets against it
sometimes it lacks belligerence
in which case the inspectors’ reports will be shredded
if its citrusy undertaste is appropriated ,
street sweepers will sit by the river and weep.
the seeds of the dextrose are scattered throughout the galaxy,
and the concert goers write in the margins of their programs
the ushers wear red berets and black bow ties;
they only drink their gatorade with ice cubes
therefore, the leader of the ushers union says :
it is only by rolling under the futon that i live for another day
the gator is a harsh master, demanding and prophesying sucrose
doing nothing, and yet, water and oxygen are reluctant siblings
the ice cube in the gatorade is silent,
and yet the citrus seeds and the concrete alike forget their manners
when the shopping cart flies by
propelled by an invisible wind
the ice cubes and the gatorade dissolve
and yet the glass is full
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