Bottom of the Bottle

Bottom of the Bottle

Poisonous nectar to be consumed

Men and women cherish it

Despite they can succumb to its charm

And suffer from what it truly is

A lethal drink hiding under a guise

It glistens in the light with a toothless smile

One of alluring happiness and dullness to pain

No matter what there are only three paths

One with controlled drinking

One with an unopened bottle

Or the one in a coffin