The dazzle shone deep into my eyes,
My place on the rack was just my size.
I looked good and drew many ‘ayes’
But my tag was high, well, I was a prize!
Once walked in a guy who needed no call,
He took me home to mix a Highball.
I cried when the ice cut me in its fall,
Is this my destiny, I wailed in his hall?
It happened for long, and every night,
His rum and whiskey never left my sight.
I withered slowly, waiting for the sun to light,
Oh why, why did god send me this plight?
What’s poured in me that makes him smile?
Will he ever stop, why is he so senile?
Years have passed in weeps and riles.
There is more to do, why miss those miles?
I live in peace when he is not near,
Is that the right way to treat a dear?
Its this need of his that sets off my fear,
Will I ever feel a drink that’s virgin and clear?