A couple of Jack Daniels to clear my throat,
a third or fifth one to help me walk.
A dash of tequila shots on the side
I gaze upon such a delight.
I write poems about booze
to feel, to know, to give, to lose.
I write poetry of no sense
for joy, for merry and for nonsense.
Once I wrote a longer one
called something about an ex-alcoholic- it was fun!
An empty bottle looks at me
I got it eight months ago in Crete
I haven't touched it ever since
You wouldn't believe me if I flinched!!!!
5 comments:
Actually, I can't believe that you haven't touched it ever since..!
the bottle? no! :)
Wait, wait... are we discussing this particular, unique in its way, bottle, or any bottles in general?
You not touching this specific bottle since its arrival from the Cretan Republic (oh, visions of grandeur!) is something believable and easily attainable. I, myself, have never laid a finger on bottles whose spirits have long departed their bodies for a better place (my stomach).
If we approach each bottle as a unique item, totally different from any other seemingly-identical bottle, then it is true for all human beings that they only touch a bottle once.
However, if we accept that there exist families of bottles, wherein all bottles are exact copies -in shape and spirit- of the very first one (if such a term can be used, since if there was a very first bottle, it could be named "mother of all bottles", thus distinguishing it from the ones that followed, and this individualization would strangle the bottle-family theory in its infancy), then it is easily established that these families of bottles are part of the bigger bottle family, where any glass container shaped in the characteristic bottle-sque appearance belongs to.
In the context of this theory, were you to come in touch with any bottle of any -alcoholic, of course, this argument becomes hilariously silly when alcohol is not a part of it- kind, your statement of not touching a bottle would instantly become void.
Therefore, how do you plead?
Guilty as charged...
Anonymous has a point.
May I defend myself?
I also have to add, your honour, that I have never been in contact with a J.D. bottle that I haven't considered with regards to its consequences, carefully examining my alternative, and then daring not to devour it. I have always craved for the 'mother of bottles' and I never argued that I did not touch the bottle. I call in my witnesses Vagueness, Hangover, Tequila and Drunk to defend me in any misunderstanding concerning the serious consumption of alcoholic fluids. I plead innocent.
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