And then there's only Pepsi!
All we care about,
is having a good time.
We party, drink, blow, use pills, and dance to the music.
Then, at some point, the party is over.
We all stumble to the after Party.
When the alcoholic, or drug, haze softens,
we find ourselves in a barren country.
We've used up all our resources.
The last one that is unaware of the disaster,
is Pepsy Girl.
She refuses to accept that the party is forever over.
Some butterflies agree.
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