Dexsta Ray Jr.
The Bottle On The Curb - Poem by Dexsta Ray Jr.
There's a bottle on the curb
Clear out of place
Danger-some and undisturbed
Apparently abandoned once it's purpose was complete
Sucked dry of it's product and then bedridden to the streets
There I saw a broken bottle
And as stagnant as it seemed
If you dare to impede
I wonder if that bottle there was meant for me to see
They claim it was the bottle fabricating squalid scenes
Only needless conceit and overweening self esteem
The owner of the bottle that was broken on the street
Crashed into a tree
And I wonder if that bottle's still sleeping on it's side
Who should care of the world?
Hankering a better time
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