As drunk as i am
and as sober as you are
we share the same love for grapes.
you prefer yours fresh from the fields
i like mine store-bought, seedless
you like yours sweet, a tad bit sour
i like mine for the lonely, sad, midnight hour
you eat yours for your health and body's sake
i drink mine cause im bruised and ****** yet,
you live your life with a smile so big i almost mistook it for the moon,
i let my bluebird out only once, usually alone at noon
though you're as big as they get, and im way too small
i find, in grapes at least,
we're not so different after all