Poetry

The Hennessy Bottle (#1665)

Wanton hands throttle,
Draining that Hennessy bottle,
Or so I imagined in my mind,
After discovering my little find,
A now empty Hennessy up on an I-beam,
Hidden in a parking deck seam,
There’s a story there untold,
A tale never allowed to unfold,
That empty Hennessy bottom up high,
Who left it there and why?

Any Thoughts?

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