The Bottle

Baptised by its magic powers
Courted by the immeasurable pleasure it unleashes
Bestows best beliefs taller than towers
Sewn together are the daily worries
The power of the bottle

A happy detainee of the bottle
Silently suffering since its indulgence
For I remember
A teetotaller I was
Before I met the bottle
Well-fed I was
Healthy I was
Happy was the state
Sobriety was the sobriquet and taste

Love,lust or luck
I met the bottle
After the mother of my children
With the creator
She went to stay
And the son astray
Alone,the wander
Loan,the debtor
Milked my little income

A caring,empathetic kin of friend
Introduced the bottle
For he termed it a solace
Like a shoe, it would lace
Like a pillow below the head
To comfort the bottle would lead
Like an innocent sheep I obeyed
Before my life was hived
A dipsomaniac is the identity