11 June 2012
You're a empty, clear shell,
Containing nothing, that I can tell.
Maybe you should be filled.
Not high enough to be spilled.
Perhaps with something smooth,
Not that I've anything too prove.
Better yet something sour...
But I'm not sure if that's within my power.
Alcoholics alway good,
Although I'm not that misunderstood.
Maybe I'm best off with clear,
For with water, I have no fear.
Glass • Opuss № I