I love you Pepsi
That bottle of Pepsi in my arms
while my husband walking by my side:
she a precious sonnet, he a zinc-rusted slide

That’s how long association I have with this sugary syrup
Me a corrupt president, she, a beautiful cover-up

A sleeping pill re-incarnate, an urgent toast of bread,
a plump, fruity jelly or a lover’s shade of red.

how should I tell you what you’re to me?
My Pepsi, My sexy, My ecstasy! You’re me.

My first rejection letter
Dear Fizza,

I regret to inform you that you’re a fat dough with soft edges: a thick joke that could be moulded into any form. A fluffy ball; a flattened pasta roll, a Ferris wheel. I enjoyed bobbing you up and down like a toy, it was fun. This scallywag, this imp, Lucifer told me to keep you a dot. A period. But I wanted to create. anything. Just anything. Here you. are. The funky dot but also a run-on sentence.

Haha, I bet you fit in elsewhere.

Regards,
THE CREATOR, THE OMNIPOTENT, THE GOD

Pooping
Enter the amusement park,
pick a ride,
you’ll find many around you,
The Secret Closet, The Royal Throne,
The Hottest Adventure,
If you’re more of a thrill-seeker,
The Sinking Soda is also there.

The parks accepts all payment methods:
paper, cotton, coins – whatever is convenient for you,
just go for the ride,
unless all slots are booked.

Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in quite a few journals including Poetry Village, The Daily Drunk, Indiana Voice Journal, The Stone of Madness Press, London Grip and Poetry Pacific.