The empty bottle of alchol
Sits silently on the wall
While its drinkers stumble,
Clumsily into one another.
They call to me, from a distance,
smiling happily.
But i've seen one stumble down that road and thats one to many.
This is something that i never expected from them,
And they ask me to join in.
While i do not belive in sin,
I do belive in stupidity.
And they could not get more stupid than what they were doing.
A very good advice to the drunkards who tumble down in the streets and gutters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They will realise it in the morning.