Did you pick up
       a spirit in that bottle?
Intoxicated by the
       lure of what lies?
Dancing on the left
       rope full throttle?
Begging plight sweet
       release plea savour nye?
Tethered, fetter,
       even weathered cries.
Jute,twine, bound
        tight not for sails filled.
Dock the time
         glass message until.
Just at a glance,
         discovers we've swallowed
                            swill.