O Saft

Thanks to my teenage love
Guzzling orange juice
Straight from the bottle
Makes me feel like a boy.
Extracting two Euros
From my tight jeans pocket
For the Kaiser counter-cutie
Takes longer than flicking off the lid.
Before I’m even out the door
The bottle is angled at my tonsils
And sloshes down my chin.
Was never good at multitasking.
But I take it like a man
Wipe it off
With the back of my arm
And rub it on my shirt.