growing up

what compels cat
to knock over cup?
rudest awakening,
being drenched by coke,
a fructose waterfall,
though my sticky apathy
put me back to sleep.

what compels man
to refill his cup?
despite being stuffed,
inundated with flavor,
sticky still and still
calibrating his luck,
every electrical charge
gets squeezed 'till
the last drop.

what compels a man
thirsting for the cup?
through desert days, oasis
in plastic stasis waits
beneath the bus sign,
and after quenching his
thirst, he thrusts the cup
to the ground, it's spilling,
it spills, not my problem
not my problem,
but can't stop the thought:
this is not my life.