The Bottle
The devils  in the bottle
are forever trying to get out
And when the cork is open
They slither sweetly down your mouth                            

At first they taste like honey
sweet strawberries and cream
A taste of sunny summer days
Forever etched in your dreams

Slowly they get your attention
they are heading for your soul
and after many glasses drunk
They have you in their hold

Their taste has now gone sour
like milk thats putrid and thick
But still you got to have them
You've been conned by their trick

Oh the devils are in the bottle
its pure hell to put them back
if you ever get the cork back on
you can climb down of the rack
  Pat Rooney 2013