Don’t get sucked in through the bullshit straw
I didn’t do better even though I knew better
Such a distinctive taste it is
Waste.
Like
Let me make an extra suck
Let me take an extra sip
Let me stir this cup and see if it’s just really shit.
I refuse to believe it
I was being served shit
I got sucked in through the straw made of bullshit
I can’t blame the maker of that material
Who tells the sun to tone it down
Who tells the winter to heat it up
Who tells nature not to be itself
I made the choice to take a sip
Of that bullshit
Even after I smelled it
I liked the package
It should have expired before its born date
The introduction before a first date
That shit can’t be erased
Just retraced as the starting point to this belly ache
Don’t acquire the taste for waste
You’ll find yourself adding condiments sweet toppings freezing it dead warming it up leaving it outside bringing it up
Anything to try to change its flavor
Do yourself the very important favor
Of not even attempting to savor
What comes up the bullshit straw.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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