The Wine I Drink
You drink your
Drink
And I'll drink
My wine
And if I have to
Die,
I will die
For the sake of
The wine I drink
But don't dare
To,
Force your wine
Down my throat
For I'll be poisoned
And the wine I drink
I'll forget its
Soothing taste,
And I'll die,
Hating the wine
That soothes me
And I'll crave the wine
That poisons me
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
