The Taste of Disappointment
Another Venting Type Poem!
Red Bull gives you wings
It really really does
Especially that first time
Leaves you jibber-jabbing
However
Would it kill it to taste
Of...you know, anything?
If you are struggling
Trying to figure out
Just what Red Bull tastes of
It's disappointment and regret
You are better off taking the
Amphetamines or, you know
Coffee - coffee and speed?
People who drink Red Bull
And say, "I love the taste"
Are lying or on the payroll
Disappointment and regret
Despair and dissatisfaction
That's what you get
When you get Red Bull
Don't even dare mention
Flavoured Red Bull
It's still disappointment
It's just more saccharine
Fizzy disappointment
With a sugary caffeine hit
Besides
After a while, you lose your wings
If you want to get the shakes
And don't mind getting addicted
Definitely don't take speed
Or Red Bull
Stick to coffee, pal. Coffee is the way
Just don't put any bloody almond milk near it!
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1:49am
4/16/25 1:49am I want to breathe death in my larynx and feel loose change in the torn and raggedy pockets of my mother’s cardigan. The water is next to the bed. It’s not cold and never will be. So I guess what’s left is us; we will walk with crooked feet on a path carved by ancient societies. You will borrow my shoes. I will taste vengeance in my tea and convince myself it’s good for my liver. Coffee is fine too. Yes, that’s all. I will think about how I want to kiss you and, the clouds, they will rise to space, and leaves, they will glue their limbs back together. The sun has been out for weeks. This screw isn’t any looser than when I bought it. But I will wake up and I will be in the ship that splits in two and slide my sullen palms across its tundric pillow. I never took swimming lessons so whatever happens is meant to be. I’m sorry if that upsets you. I’m sorry I said that. Anyway, I want to lie nude in wildflowers with ants who build colonies and worms who can’t see. You have a problem with textures. You can’t help it. I could try to tell you things, like how I want my children to understand how little everything is and to not be afraid of the giant fingers that grab at sewing needles in their dreams. I could say it always scared me. It’s just not right. But listen, back to it: I want to indulge in passion and binge affection. Is it a sin if it helps? I will endure the things I am given and inculcate everyone around me to do the same. Do five laps around the block before you respond, whatever helps. I will tell you I want harmony to be palpable and wheels of recognition to be locked in an imperishable gear. Refill the pot if it’s empty. What I want has nothing to do with me. Diagonal tile is cold, you know, and my hair gets crunchy after too long out there. I want this lesson to end.
By Olivia Dodge6 days ago in Poets
Comments (12)
This was a great rant/ poem Paul! I love your turn of phrase and word choices! You made such great arguments and insightful points, good thing I've never touched the stuff! Great work again, Paul!
I feel the same. My husband and sister both swear by red bull. I steal sips of my husband's on occasion just to see if maybe my taste has changed. It doesn't. Tastes like nail polish remover to me 😑 Put a pipeline punch monster in front of me though and it's mine now 🤣
Fun stuff ! But I shockingly love the taste of the new Strawberry-Apricot Red Bull. It was a huge surprise because I do agree that the others do taste really bad (aside from the Apple-fig flavor). Strawberry-Apricot on ice has even become my drink of the summer! I better go contact RB ASAP because I haven't been getting my coin! LOL😁
Agreed, don't see what the fuss is about with all these sugar water,
Lol. I'll stick to coffee, thanks.
LOL Aptly described, Paul. My daughter is addicted to the vile stuff and refuses to go to rehab.
LOL this brought back memories. In my 20’s, any time I went out drinking with friends I had jägerbombs. If I just drink alcohol, I usually go to sleep early because it relaxes me. 😌 I do not like the taste of Red Bull by itself. This gentleman’s bar I danced at would give us one free drink per shift. I refused to drink alcohol while working, so I’d have a sugar free Red Bull to keep me going with all that dancing. Those taste less strong than regular Red Bull. They still don’t taste good. But they’re way better than chamomile tea. 😋
I've never tried Red Bull. Never wanted to. Never plan to. Always sounded pretty much the way you just described it. (Which I enjoyed, btw, even though I still like unsweetened vanilla almond milk--I don't want it with coffee either.)
If red bull gives you wings, I don’t care to ever fly. What you speak here is the TRUTH!!! It has to be one of the worst drinks ever! I don’t get it and never will, lol. Great take on the mini challenge, Paul.
Hahahahaha I forgot how Red Bull tastes like because the first and last time I drank it was in 2008. Me and my roommates drank Red Bull to stay awake to study for exams. 10 minutes later, I was sound asleep, lol!
So grossssss 🤢 even the smell of Red Bull (or Monster) makes me nauseous… possibly some association with college drinks though making it worse 🤣🤣. I love how you tied it in to the almond milk one 🤣👏
Nice! 😀 I like regular Red Bull but HATE the sugar free Red Bull. Also, I loved your poem!