Bottle Bank

my roadpal's shades reflected the green glades all around

well away from this whisky breath and all images of early death

I saw the droplets had stained your genteel innards

this left me staring glumly inwards

with conflict reigning deep within your

delicately righteous but all-consuming self,

there's not a drop of nectar left for you

 

bottle bank, a moral tank to thank

with every clank you kop my monologue

 

oh take a break from this force feed diet

and gracious acceptance of the shite thrust upon you by society

little wonder you long for more variety

the same forever emptied into your consenting gullet

my roadpal's shades reflected the green glades all around

well away from this whisky breath and all images of early death

saw the droplets had stained your genteel innards

and this left me staring glumly inwards

I stick my face in a goodwill sack,

that won't bring last night's oblivion back

 

REFRAIN) bottle bank, a moral tank to thank

with every clank you kop my monologue

 
 
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