Fizz Bomb

You’re the sugar rush to fix me

The royal flush that tricks me

The cocktail that addicts me

Sucked through a bendy straw

You’re the frisky horse that kicks me

The mirror that depicts me

The selotape that sticks me

Onto your bedroom wall

You’re the hand to pick and mix me

The schoolteacher that ticks me

The ailment that afflicts me

And keeps me up all night

You’re the Slush Puppy that licks me

The Photoshop that clicks me

The pincushion that pricks me

I’ll sleep a hundred years

You’re the cinema that flicks me

The officer that nicks me

The texting that predicts me

I couldn’t wish for more