Lies inside bottles - An Original Work - U.S.S. Minnowprize.

Did you ever stare into the sky?
Waiting on that little white lie.
Someone to tell you everything will be Ok.
Take you down to lay in warm hay.
Gentle.

The frost on the grass begs to differ.
Cold fingers grasping at your wither.
Slowly creeping into your soul.
Rotting absolutely.
Entropy.

Want to know what I think?
You'd serve better doing the right thing.
Not wasting your time on this sink.
Enjoying those white lies.
Deceptive.

I took to much wine this day.
While sitting at the head of the table.
Now here in bed I struggle.
Begging my aching head to rest.

That bacchus aroma took me by the nose.
Spun me around the maypole.
Hand in hand we danced the night away.
Intoxicated absolutely.

The next day is always the hardest.
Feeling crushed and sacrificed.
Like so many grapes.
Am I fit for the harvest?
I hope so.