Coke

It was sitting few feet away on table,
Am reminded of earlier evening before.
To have what my friend had, now unable,
Five diminutive hundred sips in envy adore.

Emptied glass waste, not that want,
Though rich in label, but missing Refresco.
Look away and back again, the shell taunt;
In full it would be Medio Litro.

Two places alike, they do hold you there,
Somehow it's not worth venture in the night
If sanity I lose, shall descend all hair,
The urge and temptation will give me fight.

No! I'll deny this ill-begotten thought,
'Tis gone now and forever today.
In submissive attitude, the brain shall rot,
For patience wait, for sleep I'll lay.