Aftertaste

After the latest soda I bought,
I knew its addictive qualities
would compel me to buy another.
I wondered deep in thought
that soda and fast food
and this whole artificial country
will fall like glass balls,
smashing to the floor.
We want more.
I want nothing more
than a flood to wash me clean.
I want the breaking of everything glass.
You see fast food,
I see sludgy lava.
I see nuclear waste in barrels.
I want to be painfully, peacefully aware.
I want to breathe quiet thunder.
Glass balls breaking on the floor.
Show me one man.
One disciplined man.
And I will drink and eat this poison no more.