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

  Nobody is my name Nobody is my name, bodyless? not really, I’m unthought of, unknown, no one to praise me. But I don’t need it, need nothing, I blend into your crowds like a cow in a herd with no meaning. Some say I am average, but I am nothing or beyond all that crap… “Nobody loves me!” a common refrain but how would they know what I’m feeling? “Nobody cares!” well sometimes that’s true and usually it’s care out of self-interest. But don’t worry about me, I’m nobody, nothing to concern you, I won’t wave my arms, as I don’t have a body. So You Can Seek but won’t find I’m Nowhere and Nothing, Nobody Is My Name You’ll Soon Forget Me Photo by Amaru CAZENAVE on Unsplash

  Celebrity is my name Celebrity is my name, so many to celebrate, but are they all really worth that celebration? From minor to major Instagram and friends everyone sticks out their Hands for more and more   attention and $$$. Kardashian is a surname that quickly comes to mind when thinking of me the celebrity of celebrities. Fame and Wealth are good friends who usually walk with me as the paparazzi start flashing their cameras. I’m read in thin and colourful magazines with pictures and gossip about me. You all seem to need me, and of course I need you, Celebrity is my name You Will Soon See Me Photo by Michèle Eckert on Unsplash

  Nut is my name Nut is my name, crack or just bust me to release all my goodness into yours. I can be big, hard, and tough but soft and small when you know me I have many close friends, delicious! I come in many flavours to satisfy many needs although some are allergic, die from me. However, I mix well with others, can be grinded to paste, I taste so damn good you will swallow not spit me, I am not being sick, your mind’s “in the gutter”. I sometimes go crazy, called all sorts of names but forget all that crap, just come and eat me. Everyone is me, Most love to eat me, Nut is my name, Open your sack, Let me jump in! Photo by Ignacio F. on Unsplash

  Christmas is my name Christmas is my name, I’m jolly, I’m tinsel but what I’m really about… Birth of Christ. But presents and Santa is what everyone knows, what everyone expects when I visit them each year. I’m in Winter or Summer depending on where you live, great celebrations and feasts are held in my name. Serenade me with carols, drink deeply my name, put stars on my trees, play happy family! So much comes to mind, So many stories, and, dare I say it, bullshit, but if I make you all joyful, cheerful and happy, carry on like you do: Christmas is my name, I think? Oh damn, I’ve forgotten! Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

  Hospital is my name Hospital is my name, most people do not want to go inside me, but nearly everyone does, “for better or worse”. Starting at birth, the maternity ward, expelled into sterile white walls. And then accidents, illness, disease, do their work and they all come rushing to me! You then get poked, prodded, and tested to imbibe medicines or get cut up by my friends, Mr and Mrs Surgeon. You sleep in my little rooms, sometimes you get windows, while the machinery of doctors and nurses, technicians and cleaners and numerous others keeps ticking on, 24/7 to keep everyone “alive and well”. But people do die, they enter me to never return, I’ve seen so much emotion that I’m totally indifferent. Young and Old play inside me, I feel sick most of the time, Hospital is my name, Don’t Go Near Me! Photo by Adhy Savala on Unsplash