Fancy me
All solid and shine
Some may say
I look so fine
What you pour
A clear sign
But sometimes full
Of the undivine
Often times I am half full
It depends on whom
defines
Spirits overtake me
Tipping me over
In moments like these
Life can be gripping
I wish I was not sobre
To savour what abhors,
my life of labour
Until I can see the light
through me,
No more drinks can save me
