Image credit: Karachi Metblogs
The degree of realism in this poem is simply (there is no other way to put it) brilliant. The author has serious guts. The words are bare bones; honest and open. There are no bullshit metaphors, no cloak and dagger nonsense, no need to instill mental imagery. The work simply speaks for itself. You might be wondering, why I am waxing poetic (pardon the pun) about this picture/poetry. It's because after listening to bald-faced lies every single day, reading the unvarnished raw truth can be extremely refershing.
And before you ask, no I'm not endorsing, Sprite or 7up or whatever.