A Bitter Tale 

He grabbed me by my slender neck
I could not call or scream.
He dragged me to his dingy room,
Where he could not be seen.

 He stripped me of my flimsy wrap
And gazed upon my form.
I was so scared and damp and cold
While he was flushed and warm.

He pressed his feverish lips to mine
I could not make him stop,
He drained me of my very self.
He took my every drop.

He made me what I am today,
That’s why you find me here.
A broken bottle thrown away
That once was full of Beer!