Agony

In two weeks, i will return back to the white town.

What to do what to do what to do?!

But i cant escape it. So, i close my eyes, and guzzle it down in hope that i get it down my belly fast enough, to not taste the bulk of it.

A quick sweep up the bottom of the watercup a moment later... chasing the awful tase out of my existence. By then, it'll be next ummer and I wouldnt mind coming back (for one last year), so much.