John Stroud

The Bottle

You may hide the bottle
Under your bed.
Hide it from the world
But not from your head.

You may walk around
and act without a care.
In the back of your mind.
The bottle is there.

Drink me! Drink me!
You hear the bottles call
From your family's good graces
You will fall.

Take it. Don't drink it.
Throw it away.
In your family's good graces
You will stay.

You can beat the addiction
With thunderous applouse.
When your partners in life
Are Jesus and God.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 8, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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Comments about The Bottle by John Stroud

  • Candy Larock (2/13/2007 4:26:00 AM)

    I like the way it flows. It really keeps your interest and wanting to know what is next.

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  • Daniel Tyler (2/9/2007 4:40:00 PM)

    A good piece, John, very thoughtful. Just take out the good before graces to make it flow a bit better.

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  • Alison Smith (2/8/2007 9:17:00 PM)

    Nice work on this addiction....

    Alison

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