Man In The Bottle

Stood looking from within the bottle
looking out at life, People going about
their business unaware of my inner strife.

Golden whiskey bubbles floating past
my face, safe in the arms of my friend
alcohol devoid of the human race.

My best friend booze never questions, never
judges me it holds its tounge I can do no
wrong it simply lets me be.

I can do no ill in its eyes my failings
it cant see it keeps me warm and makes life
good and never threatens harm.

Im safe here in my bottle bubbles floating
by safe here under this liquid blanket
safe and warm and dry.