Bottle of Poetry

          

Bottle seemed heavy, so, I drank up the liquor

With the bottle, I too felt light , played with keys and cursor

Poetry flowed like liquor in words and verses

With Inner demons I didn't crosswords, enough were words and curses.

As the lightness lasted it was creative fun

Stories I wrote were full of humor and pun.

Many a tales and satires I did spun

In a ‘shot' time, much I could get done, quite a stun.