Kristeen Young The Answer To All Your Problems Is In This Little Bottle
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Found me bottom-up, bottled-up, and refused since eye-ope
But, he saw a suck, picked me up, and my spirit poured
We lived mouth to mouth, mouth to south, hands around my neck
Until shake to shout, shattered 'bout passed-out
Lost count somewhat
But, I could feel that call
And where else could I go?
He said I had special powers, and saved my pitiful life
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Found him there that night, last in line of a trail of bottles
Dying soldier who only slew the much weaker ones
I stood there blinking, there drinking in the weight of the moment
And cupped my hands to hold the last drops and thought
“Should I make that call?
“Should I let time go?
“Should I call upon all my powers and save his pitiful life?”
The lights: midnight fluorescing
Location: out-skirts and down
And time's suspending
I make that call
That call
That call, that call, that call, that call
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Found out that he did, finally did do it: drowned his sorrows
Six years down I can't, still I can't dilute the thought:
That I'd bet there was someone there, a head clearer than mine was
Who said “You're just an empty beer bottle, bottle, bottle, bottle,”
And never made that call
Took the chance to go
She knew she had special powers, and saved her pitiful life
