ode to redbull
I’m drinking Redbull and becoming someone. I’m downing Redbull and becoming something. At the peak of caffeination I am an excitable wicked-genius lab-made animal guzzling down electric shocks I am a black swan calculator saw-mill bottle rocket pink bunny a dollhouse on unshaven legs lights on in every room a swimming pool opened for the season gloating shimmering president of the good-time street corner gesticulator beheaded king lightning rattling through the window panes obnoxious ring-tone plucked daisy 111 mg I drink Redbull in the front seat as a dog scurries out in front of the car staring down the headlights I drink Redbull when I forget how to laugh I drink Redbull and can’t even taste it I drink Redbull and keep the tab I drink Redbull on my walks through my neighborhood through the land of the open and shut case my parched Suburbia meadow 77mg I would do anything for a lift a flutter of my silver wings a touch of divinity a laugh so loud people turn around to look at what could possibly be worth a noise like that I will take my bliss however it comes no matter the crash Redbull is my serum my milk my dosage my cure my highest bid my lucky charm I want it every day I want it all of the time
