Stop up the
world
Why don’t you?
Absorb the
scent of
Fermented grapes
And stow-away
Dreamers.
And while you’re
at it,
Break my wrist
From prying
you from
The bottle
As I suck the
sweet nectar
That is life,
liberty,
And the pursuit
of
Public indecency.
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