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
Copyright © Segun Banji | Year Posted 2023
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