BOTTLED

Of the bottle I have taken
Of the purported solace it brings,
I have found none
I done seen the moon through the end of a bottle,
Many miles through the bottle
But my mind remains muddled
To the secrets of the world I’m locked out
Forty to the power of one
In its bosom I am befuddled
Left in lingering stupor
A betrayer of concealed thoughts
From you I will ever desist,
I plead my case.