A divine can in my hand teases me,
all beckoning with its colours of blue and white.
I am unable to resist, and so I’ll be
inhaling its vital light.
I’ve exactly twenty-four magic drinks in my fridge,
and each day I indulge in one.
I’m unsure how I’ve earned this privilege.
It’s loved by everyone, and their mum.
I collect the tabs, all coming in different colours.
The juice I consume is performing wonders:
whether I’m tired or simply listless,
one cylinder-shaped drink can fix this.