"Hot girl guiness beer ad"
It's so warm in here. I wonder why the lights are yellow.
I mean, the beer is yellow.
Their piss is yellow.
I'm yellow.
Yellow?
Does that mean we coexist now?
A prime color representing my existence.
It is so blinding.
I bet you they don't even think about that.
All they can think about is how my hair is brown,
my eyes too,
and how they would want to pull that soon.
Pull it hard enough to tug me,
Careful enough to maintain the
annoying cold bottle on my back.
It's NOT yellow.
My blood boils.
It's NOT yellow.
Your skin scrapes.
It's NOT careful.
I'm over this.
Back and forth.
Tug. Pull. Pass.
Like it's Black Friday and the store is selling out.
"There's plenty to pass around!"
"Share one with a friend!"
I guess my yellow is indeed blinding.
But you tell me-
Why do I feel like colors don't matter anymore.
I am one with the liquid, fluid enough to seep through you.
There is nothing left to pass around.
Empty. Nothing. Clear.
Oh, Guiness.
This is a world record after all.
Join the list of those who handle me without care.
Fragile. Shattered. Gone.
So while you're puff, puff, passing me,
think about how you're erasing me.
From yellow to nothing.
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