The Last Sip of Home

Dear Readers,

Here is a poem inspired by boba with a deeper meaning. Comment down below what you think that meaning is. Featuring J Spot for his significant contribution to this poetic exploration.

The Last Sip of Home

I watched as the boba 

Plopped

Slowly descending from the container

Gooey 

She has beautiful black eyes

I bet they taste like boba 

POP

PLOP

POPPITY POP

The boba 

SHOOTS

Up the straw

SLURPPPP!

Like a vacuum

I suction the boba 

The tapioca is a moving experience

It journeys long

Through the clear straw

Before being chomped

By the jaws of society 

Is this heaven? Or hell? 

This seems like my demise?

Lubricated by the spit and sputter of the mouth

Like men in quicksand the boba sinks down the esophagus 

And enters pure darkness

Awaiting its appointment with the border patrol

Application REJECTED

It must go back up 

The treacherous journey

Back to its tapioca roots. 

Hope you enjoy reading!

~Golden Ink