Brandon Shackelford I remember when I had my first Mountain Dew. The lime green can shimmering within sunlight filled water droplets. Freezing on a warm day it will go to waste if not consumed. As I stare into the heavenly letters it calls to me, urges me to just take one sip but soon after, impossible to resist another. An addiction, and a weakness, a hobby, and enjoyment, a master, and a servant. Hating the addiction but loving the taste, I ammentally shackled, but physically in control. I love Mountain Dew, but cannot get rid of it.
I remember when I had my first Mountain Dew. The lime green can shimmering within sunlight filled water droplets.
Freezing on a warm day it will go to waste if not consumed.
As I stare into the heavenly letters it calls to me, urges me to just take one sip but soon after,
impossible to resist another.
An addiction, and a weakness,
a hobby, and enjoyment,
a master, and a servant.
Hating the addiction but loving the taste,
I am mentally shackled, but physically in control.
I love Mountain Dew,
but cannot get rid of it.