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