I went down to the local McDonald's, but they didn't have any Jazzy Juice. I sat down crying with my dog, but we continued on (I ran fifty miles).
They all told me, "You'll never find it. The only thing you'll find is a knuckle sandwich."
So I asked my friends, and I asked my wall, "Where is Jazzy Juice?"
I turned around and saw it with my eyes, and I ran faster than the sky. I was almost in reach of the juice, but then my shoes were loose, so I had to re-tie them.
I looked up to see the juice being taken.
I caught up and caked him, sending Jazzy Juice to the sky. I planted my shoes down. It's heading towards the ground, and I caught Jazzy Juice.
But something started coursing through my veins. My juice fell down, and I didn't feel the same. Moon fries looking kinda different. What changed?
My brother lost a game of Fortnite, and he let loose. He got so mad, he broke his legs, and he couldn't move.
Now all he wanted was good old Dr. Seuss, but hey, what's it matter? We got Jazzy Juice.
I danced for hours with my drink, all damn day, bustin' moves all the way. I could not care less about you. Even my family knew (I might be going crazy).
I thought maybe I should see my brother, but I started to shudder at everything I've done.
The juice had taken me. It took me so long to see.
I don't want Jazzy Juice.
