Back to my other poetry
Back to Take Me to Nirvana
But one too many and then they fall
Crashing to the ground
The bottles all shatter at exactly the same time
Pouring out the harsh contents onto the ground
Hurridly they are put back up on the shelf
Before they are completely drained
But it's too late, the result is completed too far to be delayed
The poisonous, vile liquid has infected everything it meets
1998