Corkscrew Poem by Alfred Ramos

How can a simple tool
Make me into a simple fool
It’s been used to open the finest champagne
But it has driven the finest of men down the drain
And like its twisted design
All the roads I see I can’t unwind
With each escalating turn
With more thirst I yearn
To lose myself in life’s maze
Sidestepping my troubled days
One step closer to the ledge
I surrender to its pointed edge
As it sinks to a trembling touch
I too am sinking too much
Corks pop and bubbles flow
A sound I have gotten to know
Empty bottles topple over
As I stagger to my place in clover