Poem: Ode to the Gallon

[aristophanes]

Three eighty two!
The world faded as the numbers hung in the air
The price made me want to fill up my car, my pockets and my shoes with that lovely combustible liquid
Three fucking eighty two!
I wanted to suck on the pump nozzle
Guzzling it down so I could regurgitate it into my tank at some later date
Three mother fucking eighty two!
I wanted to bathe in it like Cleopatra bathed in milk
I wanted to praise it, degrade it, make love to it and beat the hell out of it all at the same time
Three eighty two...