Starring through
       the eye glass of this
Empty. Empty bottle,
and then another
       and another
I extort the plights of this world
Post-pubescent, Bile.
       The gutters reject the rain the same
Alleviated
by the glint. The glimmer
       of the OPEN sign cascading across your
Eyes, repress the boredom.
The subdued state of Euphoria.
So lets drop the glass
       and propose our toasts
Renegades on a destructive course.