Death In a bottle
By Wordy B
Locked Up, Gripped By Steel
Got a kill at the wheel, so all emotions
Sit still; through the commotion it seems unreal
Though the notion it’s real
To deal with what’s in motion and the blood that had been spilled.
Buried six feet underneath, to join a club occupied by the deceased
The deceit of a innocent mind, will consume your sanity most of the time,
The least of things turns to the most of things
Can hold down the most, it’s a boast or so it seems.
Make a toast to all the death it will bring.
People from coast to coast died with that toast
Another lay dead under the post. Posted to inform,
To host that signs the form. Dead upon arrival, Departed
Some time ago, arrived, now he stinks, think before you drink
Don’t dare touch that wheel; never know whose life you might steal.
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Submission Name: Death in a bottle 
