He grabbed me round my slender neck I could not shout or scream He carried me into his room Where we could not be seen;He tore away my flimsy wrap And gazed upon my form – I was so cold and still and damp While he was wet and warm.His feverish mouth he pressed to mine I let him have his way He drained me of my very self I could not say him nay.He made me what I am. Alas! That’s why you find me here A broken vessel – broken glass – That once held bottled beer.
