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Bottle 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

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