Pop

Fuel is a luxury and yes I have too many

Hands on the cookie jar because I may be hungry but

My Kool-Aid is blue and I like red too

All around the metroplex but I still cannot conform to it

A place of structure and it may a concept

Things I just can't digest

Starting to come back up until you fill my cup

With the things that show me where you're at

And there's no need to call, need to call me that

I just want a pop

Tell me what kind of pop