Eternal Sadness: A Poem

I swipe my battle-tested card

And they allow me to enter.


I look around, inundated by the smells.

Enveloped by the chatter.


I grab my plate, and wait my turn.

I grab some poultry and potatoes.


There's one more thing left to do.

I must quench my thirst.

But when I push the dispenser

There's no diet coke.


I am eternally sad.

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