I wouldn't try to fit you in a bottle
I've tried to get rid of you
         in my bottle
Every last drop you helped swallow
and for every one to follow
         out of my bottle
Sweet mescaline soaked in ivory
how now who got lost smiling
   Tasted like it came
          from my bottle
  and the irony that pored into a puddle of "why?"
  I don't even like to drink.