Gifts from Kings

Piercingly bright,
and shatter down
The bottle drops, unholy whole
To make your senses drown.

'Til Octogenarians frown
As fountained splinters split and roll
Piercingly bright, and shatter down.

Particularly glittery ground
Cascades an ill-formed bowl
To make your senses drown.

Today, this historic town
Totters drunks whose hollers toll
Piercingly bright, and shatter down.

The festive bubbling brown;
A slippery brew that dulls your soul
To make your senses drown.

Spin three drunks around:
You Kings of Bottle, raise your crowns . . .
Piercingly bright, and shatter down
To make your senses drown.