sipped it all
that of no identity,
a sin in public,
a dramatic scene,
yet one not more,
in a million dived up,
to conserve this shame
eyes covered!
the bottle spills it of,
but the pill did it all,
to set him up,
chins down
swaying hips no more
tipped legs,
hoping none is alert,
the shame is worthy,
but the price is high,
lots of life to see this,
that he, I did it.