There is a poison that I love to drink
 It has a way of controlling my thoughts
 If I don't have it then I start to think
 My brain will slow down while my body rots
The pain raises my senses when I sip
 Then pours them searing right back off a cliff
 Then I must reach back for another drip
 So that my best muscle does not go stiff.
 To beat this issue is to beat my mind
 Through splitting pain and curing of the soul
 I will lose some pounds and yet be more whole
 This fizzy issue will be left behind
 When I don't have it I will start to think
 There is a poison that I love to drink
 
 
Robert, only you could pull off a sonnet about soda. Cheers!
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