Bottles, Bags and Boxes

[couchgrouch]

Bottle, Bags and BoxesThe clerk knew that ID was fake,but he still cut that kid a breakand sold him a jug of Yukon Jackthat boy sped off down the street,spilling youth and whiskey in his seatheading to a party by the trackshe was too young for that bottlebut it was already too latehe had no business with that bottlebut life lets us go our own waywinding back road...a rear wheel skid,crow on a wire saw that kidlose control of his pick-up truckthat cop had seen it all before,they sawed through the driver's side doorlaid him out and pulled the zipper uphe was too young for that bagbut it was already too latehe had no business in that bagbut life lets us go our own waywhen they put his box in the ground,that boy's mother broke downwond'ring why he died before his timethe only way she knew to mourn,was to stop by a liquor storeand buy another box of winehe was too young for that boxbut it was already too lateshe had no business with that boxbut life lets us go our own way(c)2004 Robert George