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.

John Stroud

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