I am youngish -
Desirous.
Why am I here wasting away with you?
When all you do is drink and stew
And marinate?
Why am I your prisoner
Living sorrow and regret?
The wine has pickled your brain,
And I can only see you with disdain.
My eyes are olives at this point,
Saturated, also, in your brine.
I wish that I could drink this disappointment away,
And forget the all-of-it.
There\'s nothing left,
Only heartache at the bottom.
I\'m Virginia, you\'re the wolf.
Better smoke \'em if you\'ve got \'em.
Here, let\'s crack another bottle.