Bring the wine, As the
wine is grapes
Frozen in time.
Ripeness forever aging to its
eventual purpose.
I will not pay my taxes
I will not be stolen from,
You can take my dignity
But you will not take my money. I
Need my money to buy my wine.
Subtle or exaggerated sweetness
Will be my undoing.
Crawling to a glass prison
A place where no one knows
My secret lonely world begins.
Wallowing in my own self pity