Sober Bottles
The bottles looked sober, waiting till it's over.
In between quaffs and hiccups he mumbled
that he had staggered and fell many times.
That he'd tried to walk society's line,
follow proper paths of places and climes.
But he couldn't help displeasing anyone,
for to him blazing trails are never crimes.
With zonked sobriety, he grinned and winked
at his beer, asked it conspiratorially:
"Must my self-worth desperately cling to a crag
that is loosening off perilously
from the edge of other people's opinions,
and crash down, trampled upon cruelly?"
The bottles looked sober, waiting till it's over.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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