Drinking her is a terrible experience The furious fizz fizzles on your tounge, insisting on its existence in your mouth The facade of fun from the fucia bottle flickers, leaving you with clear liquid suffering It flagrantly fizzes around your mouth, flicking your tastebuds. It’s funny she says. Then the facade of fizz fizzles, You taste hatred A bitter thirst. An acrid stench of fear, inflicted on others An unrelenting Slog Of equal suffering.
I do not know who made fizzy water, but i would like to have a chat.