Recalling A Child Hood Memory #1

   People tend to cry over Spilt Milk, but they'll Beat the Fuck out of Each Other over Spilt Pepsi. What was so Significant about that Artificial, Sugar-Pumped Liquid or how it was even Knocked Over, I'll never Recall. All that comes to Memory is the Fact that it was absolutely Bound to be Tipped Over and when it did, All Hell Broke Loose. It Left a Terrible Stain on Everything, as well. Dark on the Dining Room Table, Scarlet on Her Skirts, Red on His Rough Hands, and Black on My Being, all of which is Still quite Sticky with the Unrelenting Syrup and Clings to Dirt, Dust, and all Damned Things that bring Misery and Misconception.  


  Honestly, I think I Tipped It Over. Not On Purpose, though. Never On Purpose...