Glass

They say that you can fit ships in a bottle,

But me, i've only seen wrecks.

Two teens too tight on the throttle,

Allured by the scent of sex.

/

I’ve always been afraid of glass

In one way or another.

Whether in my foot, stuck fast

Or in the stories of my mother.

/

It seems to me a fact of life,

But not much of a temptation,

That every family's greatest strife

Is negating fermentation.

/

Even still my greatest fear

In my spyglass bottle neck

Seeing nary a ship near

And the land as but a speck.

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