When your belts start to look like snakes,
Dancing away the night breeze in your wardrobe,
When your heap of clad looks like an overgrown cat,
The shiny buttons glowing to resemble the beasts eyes,
And the bed switch seems a mile away to save you,
My brother, its time to say no to the bottle.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Adieu, Oh bottled one!
Posted by Anthony @ 5:33 PM
Labels: bottle, bottled one, poem, poetry
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