A Man and A Bottle of Jack
There was a man who lost it all;
he turned to a bottle of jack,
and said “Hear me loud and clear,”
“I want my damn life back!”
The bottle listened closely
as the poor soul rambled on
and thought of ways to help him,
but that man was too far gone.
It felt sorry for that man,
the one who lost his life;
his car, his home, his dog,
his children and his wife.
That bottle started loudly
“Good sir I’ll have you know,”
“that sitting here and moping”
“is not the way to go.”
The man’s jaw hit the ground
as he leapt back rather quickly.
“I know you didn’t just talk,”
“I must be feeling rather sickly.”
The bottle scoffed and looked at him
with a beady, plastic cap
and said “Listen friend, I’ve heard enough”
“of your self-pitying crap;”
“Wake up and see how things are,”
“And try to have some class.”
“Look at things through your own eyes,”
“Not the bottom of a glass.”
The man slowly pondered this,
as the bottle kindly waited
for the man who took a moment
after having been berated.
“I think you’re right, dear bottle,”
“I need to stop moping so much.”
“Damn right,” the bottle said to him,
“you don’t need me as your crutch.”
The man teared up a little
as he stared at this dear friend
who had always been a help to him,
and saved him in the end.
“I would’ve drank myself to death”
“If it hadn’t been for you.”
“No need to thank me, poor soul,”
“I used to share your view.”
And with those words, an old man
came slowly into sight.
“That bottle wasn’t speaking, son.”
“You’re the bartender, right?”
“Indeed I am young man,”
“I’ve been listening all along;”
“I saw the sadness in your face,”
“and heard your melancholy song.”
“Bartender, how did you know-”
the awakened man began.
“I was in your shoes some time ago,”
“helped by another man. “
The bartender grinned as he said this,
and the young man simply stared.
“I didn’t think I’d get help,”
“never dreamed that someone cared.”
“An old man cared for me”
“back when I stood where you stand.”
“It seems a friendly bartender is best”
“to lend a helping hand.”
