Twisted, Diatribe of a Straw...

        Hello world...
Look, over here on your table, it's me, Mr. Straw....

  Doubt you care,  but I got something to say to you all.

I am so sick, and  tired of the way that you treat me!
 Recovering I am, from when little Johnny tried to eat me!
Seriously...the things you people do to me is so twisted!
So much abuse!…too  many crimes for me to list it.

My cousin, a.k.a. 'the drink mix' Straw
probably suffers the worst! Putting him
in a glass of alcohol? That's become a lifelong curse!
Using me and my family for your drunken pleasures.
One day, you will be sorry... We're treated like trash
but we're to be treasured!


My Sister, Susie is as mad as heck too!
She’s the one that was twisted in the shape of a Q!
My lil cuz, forever burned from being stirred in
your coffee mugs, you humans-nothing but thugs!

Good thing for you all  I don’t have arms, legs, or a head
Cause, It’d be my pleasure…to twist one of you instead!