Joe Boshears Poet Free verse

The Human Bottle.

 Your an empty bottle with legs.
The man i once knew was long gone.
Theres a hole in your bottle, seen by everyone but yourself.
Your desperate to be filled, and desperation is a smelly perfume.
You trade in your legs, and get a fill.
You sell your ideas, and get a fill.
You rent your soul, and get a fill.
Now all i see is a label that covers up how empty you are. 
just a reminder that your no longer the same.
Now there is no help but yourself.
Here comes the let down. Again.
Silly bottle. 

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Poet Destroyer A April 3, 2016 at 11:40 PM ha great poem Joe. LINDA

Skat A August 18, 2015 at 11:50 PM Joe, I like this very much SKAT

Carol Sunshine Brown January 20, 2010 at 5:41 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Joe. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

Joanna Smith January 19, 2010 at 11:55 AM wow this is a good write that struck a chord with me mostly because my mother was a crack head when i was little and it was.....hard to say the least. so just so you know if drug addiction wasnt what you were hinting at your words here personified it in a way i haven't yet heard. Thanks.

Steven Gadberry January 19, 2010 at 8:35 AM Very Interesting, Joe. The imagery is intense and it's well written, although it needs a bit of editing. Spell check is a real bummer when you have the wrong word, spelled correctly, in place of the right word. Love the sentiment, though. Great poem. I'll be back to read the others soon. Have a great day!!!!

Marty Owens January 19, 2010 at 6:22 AM Very nice poem...enjoyed...Marty