Because?

I just wanted a drink so I could go to sleep
I filled the plastic cup next to the motel sink
The water tasted like lightly salted chlorine
So I walked to the Quick Stop and got a Coke
But the Coke burned on my tonsils so I tossed it
I tried milk but it was an unwelcome guest on my tongue
Lingering long after we’d run out of conversation
It was somewhere west of midnight and I was spent
I wanted one day to become the next but it wouldn’t
Not until my throat was calm and my tongue was clear
No soda no beer would sooth the pain
No juice or dairy would leave when I wanted
Even bottled water would taste of plastic
I bought a cup of ice
Filtered
Clean
Ice
It felt good against my throat
It washed the milk off my tongue
I made my way back to my room
Sleep might now be an option

Why?

Of late,
many pretentious politicians
attempt to argue pyrolytically,
instead of polysynaptically,
and the cacophonous noise
of words chosen polysyllabically
come into my mind polyrhythimcally.

PS: pls help amend to “our first kiss was on…”. Accidentially wrote “kissed”. Thanks!

The fellow who has signed the claim
Goat Leopard Hippopotamus
States freely that that’s not his name:
He wishes to be Hyponymous.

ABBs last blog post..A hyponymy anyone?

Astonomers always come up with cool names.
Love your poem.

@ Sheer

That makes for a busy week.

@ Maryellen

Zounds! I knew someone would tackle it.

He was blue, she was a rabbit
People decreed it would never last.
She wanted to breed, but he had a habit.
They were like people of a different caste.

The rabbit was pretty, all white and brown.
The boy ranged in shades from turquoise to denim.
She never let anyone begin to put him down
When they did she gave them looks that were venom

She wanted to feel closer to him and join his blueness.
So she would eat only blueberries until her fur turned blue.
This act of love would demonstrate her ultimate trueness.
This would prove her love absolutely to the world she knew.

She missed the orange carrots, the crispy, green lettuce.
But she stayed firm to her resolve till even her whiskers were blue.
She frightened a small child and an old lady called her a menace.
But still she ate only blueberries and blue cheese but no other hew.

Then his habit got the best of him and he started seeing a duck.
His love for animals as paramours knew no bounds.
The rabbit knew this might happen but she left it up to luck.
She went back to her carrots and to him she said “Zounds!”