Gazing at Bottle

Aptly named Boredom

The I of me is tired, very tired

I smash Bottle into elsewhere

Still too tired. Why so tired?

Kill all bottles in all lands

Bottles exquisitely apocalyptic are ruined

Still I am unwilling to raise a brow

Strength is solely dispatched to sweep

Bottled mess in bottled world

Contain the wilted remnants of me