| The Bottle The light from the liquor store across the street shines in my window, I sit on the edge of my bed bottle in one hand shot glass in the other, As I pour myself another shot, I hear the bed next door creaking loudly, and a woman screaming for help, I do nothing, I take the shot and pour another, I walk to my window and see a woman being mugged by a very large man in a wearing a torn rench coat, he looks up and I see his face clearly, He has a gun to her head and still I do nothing, I pour myself another shot, then another, I walk out into the hallway and see a man sleeping , He has insects and rats sharing his sleeping space, He shivers uncontrollably, He is old and withered and in need of a kind soul, Again I do nothing, I take another shot and then two more, I walk out onto the street bottle in hand, I see the woman that was being mugged lying face down in a pool of blood, Still I do nothing but pour myself two more shots, I turn the corner to see a man come stumbling out of a local Tavern bottle in hand, He starts to trip...quickly I dive, But not to save him it is to save the bottle because mine is empty. |