Soy Soliloquy - By Geox
—a plant-based monologue nobody asked for, least of all your stomach “To froth, or not to froth,” it cried,A milky speech that curdled, lied.It poured too thin, it sat too flat,A whispered self not built for that.The cup was warm, the foam was meek,A soliloquy both soft and weak. It tried to claim a noble place,But left a film across your face.The aftertaste, a stage too bare,A soy-soaked sigh…













