Bottled

We’re meant to be eaten 

pluck off the vine 

pop in the mouth 

But that wasn’t good enough 

for you 

Peel us 

crush us 

mix us with toxins 

that mutate us 

you don’t care 

you can’t hear us scream 

locked away 

for years 

for centuries 

You create a dogma 

around us 

elite 

rich 

And what was good of us 

the natural joy 

is gone 

and replaced 

with drunken snobbery 

you clink you fine crystal 

When we should be 

outside 

sunset 

long day with friends 

popped in your mouth 

April 17, 2019

#GloPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019 Day 17 Prompt: a poem that presents a situation from an unusual point of view.

#ShutUpWrite2019 Challenge