seeyat

So I was walking with my beer bottle Bawls,
Watching people react in the driving halls,
Wondering if not seeing them cringe,
Why so early to binge?
Well my dear now listen here,
No alcohol within,
For this old drink is caffeine pure,
It'll wake you like a stim,
A blue glass bottle, nothing less,
My Bawls are always blue,
The original a flavour fancied,
It comes in more, it's true,
Cherry red, ginger green,
Such flavours I ignore,
For long ago when there was one,
That's when I ordered them to my door,
A purist at heart is this old soul,
I am, though sad to say,
Still delicious, sweet and fruity,
Could always make my day,