All Bottled Up

All Bottled Up Bottlenecks are one thing driving down the road Making one late for work is another Cumbersome, slow and an all time low Containers made from glass have their ups and downs Mostly downs we’re told Their poisons kill aristocrats, the poor, poets known and unknown Highs and lows are surely going to come From bottles filled with rum At first a happy swirling drunk Becomes laid out sad and dumped Delicious wine waits for me when I get home The matter is getting beyond the cork and glass Such troubles are these things Bottles simply have no class and make me wince To obtain the treasure there within I have to use the cork screw But bottle with evil intent conspires with the opener Will not help me or comply to let me in What’s the use? A hammer will have to do Other bottles from long ago held potions, magic, and snake oil brew Fluids ran wild in the old west causing more deaths than cures for sure And no one had a clue it was the containers that they used When shipping bottles made from glass I have to label “fragile” and send them 1st. class The ebb and flow and pour from every bottle Illegal in Prohibition times Caused many alcoholics to cry I guess that was a crime Consumers today can fill their glasses free from thought From decanters, jars and urns that carry their own weight Someone with a bottle will always be around though To hit me on my head for something I might say And if the bottle breaks, someone, (I'm guessing me), will have to pay 5/19/14 Slamming Battle Round 2 contest