Matt Kwasniewski

Jelly Beans

The jar is half full I have three in my palm
I've got yellows, blues, and reds what should I eat?
Palms begin to sweat I'm no longer calm
Pupils dilate I start to feel the heat
Turn up the bass and blast the techno
I am craving OJ, get me some juice
I can't get enough of the sticks that glow
I focus on the tracers that they produce
Dancing round without a care in my brain

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