Hallo da, Hi, Salaam, Hola.
I am a can of Cola; I am mainstream, Cocacola; I am always on a diet, sugar free. I am always awake, caffeine free. I am empty and independent, I am free.
I used to be content, full, fat, weighted, heavy. I used to be classic, red, sweet, caramelized, candied. I used to be me, lame, cheesy, gay, happy.
You know, People popped out my top. People drank me up. People kicked me around, when passing by. People. They made me want to flee, fly, fall, die. People heard me boom, bam, cling, clank, cry. Huh, I know. People? Noway. It was only me, moi, ich, yo,the "I".
Hey you, Look at me now : I'm educated, deployed, clean cut, molded, fresh, hot. I'm having a salad for lunch to keep a tight butt. I watch indie movies, I read Google news, and I listen to NPR. I go out for dinner, in my jeans of course, not "Shalvar"; I talk about politics, economy, the war, the show, the game, and how it's all just a plot...
Still, you know you shouldn't listen to me, 'cause I am just an empty can of diet coke. I am white and dirty and broke and round. I am always lying there, numb, dumb, quite, tempting. I am just waiting to get kicked around. So if you ever pass me by, Please do consider kicking me hard, Kick me away, kick me far, just kick me around. I get to fly and fall again, and you get to enjoy my jingling sound.
