Old Green Bottle

Get drunk oh bottle dance through the market Square Covering your shame with linens of lies a repulse and comic act While easing into the saucer Get drunk oh bottle beat ember of tired flames igniting the lost lot forging the the obsidian ring With time no longer finite Get drunk oh bottle gather your clay mould your way through life pottery It will neither roughen nor toughen enjoy your created path For only in a day's dream do men's folly come through