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Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Bottle

I live in a bottle
The bottle lives in me
The influence of the bottle
Affects all I hear and see
Everything I think, I feel
My very sanity
Every time I drink, I seal
My fate, my slavery

Equate equilibrium
With a sense of harmony
Conflate wittiness and charm
With drooling debauchery
Confuse misplaced ardor with
Growing dependency
Addiction needs must assure
Sustained advocacy

For deep is my thirst
The bottle’s is as well
Which outdrinks the other first
I suppose time will tell
I’d bet on the bottle
If history is a guide
It proceeds heroic
Support network wide

The lubricant of empire
Wet nurse to undue pride
Ejaculant of industry
With profits liquefied
Detracting its advocates
Advancing suicide
Each drink further we sink
Thirst never satisfied

Diminution of the self
Relinquishing control
Labeled poison on the shelf
The bottle takes its toll

Each sip the bottle bests me
Each draw my life it drains
In self-control it tests me
Only my control abstains
In time it will ingest me
I lose, the bottle gains
In my darkness I molest me
Waxing wroth as my life wanes
Diminution of the self
Relinquishing control
Labeled poison on the shelf
The bottle takes its toll

As my father before me
As his father before him
Back throughout the ages
Where our history grows dim
The thirst ever unquenched
The hunger never sated
So deeply entrenched
Cannot be satiated
Besotted missionaries
Proffering our imposition
Stumble forth impiously
And toast to our tradition
Of destroying everything
That we could once hold dear
The past laid out before us
Our future appears clear
The wisdom that we strangle
The madness we inflate
The apotheosis
Of the drunken reprobate
Elevate society
Consuming a depressant
Crumbling eventually
By thinking adolescent
Diminution of the self
Relinquishing control
Labeled poison on the shelf
The bottle takes its toll

Get blotto
Or wasted
Hammered
Or stupid
Smashed
Or wrecked
Or gassed
Or plowed
Or pickled
Or stewed
Or soused
Or tanked
Destroyed
Or ruined

Diminution of the self
Relinquishing control
Labeled poison on the shelf
The bottle takes its toll
The bottle takes another life
Consumes as foe a friend
The damage we do to ourselves
Difficult to comprehend


© 2012 simmbisos 7/8/12

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