Mustard

I eat that mustard everysingle night, slurping it down with no such fright. Feel that vitamin C run down my throat, I'm in a vitamin world, in a rocking boat. Swaying and swaying all night and day long, don't know how many days have passed But all I know is that my mustard is strong, I'm having a blast and i'm surely not wrong. My eyelids might droop but not my mustard lid, i'll stand with my energy, using every last bit. Holding tightly onto my bottle just incase my vitamin world might erase. kneeling and pleading to stay in my boat, my organs hurt badly, looking up sadly before I choke. Up in the sky, it's not so dark. I see shining light, here is the last mark. One gasp of air and one last mustard drop. The bottle leaves my mouth, with one last pop.