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.
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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