Like a mouth full of certs
I'm squinting and I'm wiping
But nothing is helping
She snickers and she snorts
Happy with her scheme of sorts
I'm groaning and I'm moaning
But her apathy calls me phony
The glass lays empty and sticky
Missing its liquid thats so pulpy
I'm nearly blind and out of my mind
But the juice has seemingly soaked inside
My eyes are cemented and unopened
Burning from the thrown cup of orange juice
I'm pissed, but thats quickly dismissed
Cause her quick apology, is but a kiss