Dada Is My Name

Bottle is  my   name     Bottle is my name, come drink from me deeply,   my vessel of plastic and glass   and sometimes I’m even covered in metal or tin.   I come in all sizes, for you to enjoy, wrap your lips   around my head and breathe in. I don’t mind   a beer, some coke, or some gin   but share me with wine for some bliss.   I’m sometimes filled with warm milk   for babies to drink   and sometimes I’m smashed   when people are too   drunk and have partaken in me,   my insides, my fluids,    my hymn.   For thousands of years   I have been where you drink,   Bottle Is My Name,   I Am Timeless!   (AND Priceless!)   (( of course  I am biased!))       Photo by Sara Groblechner on Unsplash

  Dream is my name   Dream is my name, do I want to be woken? and is what you now read all a dream? “Life is but a dream”, some say and I’m flattered how they equate me with life but maybe I am? am I dreaming? It doesn’t feel real but how can you feel what you have never? we think we’re so clever… Oh, I just rhymed! Things flashing and changing, mountains with faces and mouths that do speak but now it’s an old friend from school… Metamorphous, transparent, Winning Lotto!! Now I’m having sex, yippee! Nightmare is waiting, opposite side of my coin, “wake up in a sweat”, cliché! Visions of terror… Now let’s get back to me! I am everywhere “I have a dream” So sleep and you’ll see me, Wake up and Wish me, Dream Is My Name, You’re Released! Photo by Yohann Lc on Unsplash