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“Life in the bottle”

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“Life in the bottle”

As I stagger to my room…my vision in a haze and my guts steering like a stew, my eyes 
look like a ripe red pepper and my bladder is filled up like a sponge that fell into a pool. 

My whole life has been one great big inaugural ball, with only one exception… I was the 
candidate that no one would ever choose…never mind the formalities just pass me the 
booze. 

A bottle of Chardonnay or be it a can of old Pabst Blue Ribbon beer? Never mind the time of 
day…its noon somewhere in the world today, just pour me a drink and let me party like it 
was 1999 all over again. 

Hell, my day starts with me looking into a half full glass of whatever is my drink of the day 
before and ends with one half filled the same way it began once I pass out. Dude my family 
just never seems to leave me alone…it’s always, “Bob you’ve had one too many” and blah…
blah or something like that, man I don’t remember it’s all a daze in my head. 

Before I use to be the center of attention at all the family functions, now I’m the last to know 
when the next one will come or when one has passed. Man…just past me the damn bottle 
and I’ll tell them where they can all hold their next get together without me? 

In a hot place called…Hell! My ex can bar me from my own home, but she can’t bar me from 
the local bar…she can keep my dog and the damn kids too, as long as she gives me beer 
glass collection with those Klondike horses racing thru the snow! 

I don’t care…anymore, just leave me alone and pass me by if you see me lying in some 
gutter on the street. I don’t care…anymore, just let me live my life in a bottle and I’ll keep 
my broken heart there too.

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