My class one shots 💀

For my Darling, Dearest, Bourgeoisie

There is but one thing in this world;
That keeps it spinning and keeps it curved.

That thing is simple but I hold it dear;
Come a little closer and you will hear.

The sequel to a poem of deep love;
One for the hand to my glove.

Our relationship is built on trust;
We love each other, there is no lust.

The maroon red on the label of your can;
The color of my blush, someone fetch a fan.

How cold you are, straight out the fridge;
You need be no more, not even a smidge.

The crack of your seal when you're in a bottle;
A sound so loud, at midnight I must cottle.

But who is this mysterious being?
The one I'm in love with, over which I am feining?

Is it the man of my dreams? Or the woman of yours?
If they loved me back, I'd never close that door.

Oh mysterious being, shadowy figure;
You are my drug, my addictive liquor.

Who art' tho' behind the mask?
Could thy be whisky in a flask?

Maybe water, so healthy, so clean;
Or juice from a fruit, or some other thing.

No, for you are none of the above;
But you are my representation, like peace and a dove.

You are my everything, my one true desire;
My muse, my art, you are what I aspire.

Dr. Pepper, you are the one thing I wish;
The only thing I'd ever, ever, want to spend my life with.