Thursday, 12 April 2012

PhD in Deliciousness

I watched an advert for Dr Pepper,
I bought Dr Pepper,
I felt used,
I was a consumer whore,
I felt as if Dr Pepper raped me and left me as a husk of my former self,
A mere shell,
I sat in the shower weeping,
It was my fault, 
I was asking for it,
I am a slut,
I stare in the mirror and I don't even recognise the man staring back at me anymore.

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