GIN (NEBULOSIS) (ORIGINAL POEM)

Yeah, I was really, totally messed up,
I got to quickly, definitely dressed up ...
Gin, for me, is like for a bird a gravity,
like for a bear a deep, dark cavity ...
I have my own bird in a silver cage,
everyday I am working for a wage ...
I do not believe in a goodness - cross,
I have a complaint and so greedy boss ...
Feels like a bull, who is taken into the slaughter,
somewhere, they say, I have a beautiful daughter ...
I have to be me, to believe in myself,
I'm like a forgotten book on a dusty shelf ...