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someone spiked my pleasure--
the bit that tasted like a pina colada
with JUST the right amount of everything.
somebody spiked it.
they snuck into my little party,
shifted uncomfortably in red clothing,
peeked about the room,
and dumped in some pain when i wasn't looking.
I tasted a bit
thought I liked it...
but I was unaware of how addicting this
wonderful elixir could be
and I gulped it down
without breaths in between.
and whoever it was
that spiked my pineapple pleasure
was grinning from ear to ear,
as they added guilt to the mix.
and I just kept sipping it in,
through those crazy straws--
the ones with loops
in lime green and hot pink.
and i had a pretty 'lil umbrella
stuck in my glass,
cus I thought it was paradise
and oh I needed a sheild from all this sun.
skin cancer got ahold of me anyway.
and the spiked pleasure is now my favorite drink
and its all I have around anymore,
and its driven everyone away from my little party.
My daze is so strong
that I cannot tell
when the familiar_stranger begins
pouring more evil
into my drink.
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