Forbidden

Sweat off a glass

I do not remember

The trickle

The dip of a bottle

A bottle of beer

For a six degree companion

I can’t stand them

Unwanted gifts

Packaged to disguise

Under the guise

Of growing friends

Companions

Crashing in the dark

Offering buckets of shit

Grabbing, savor it

Forbidden in a station

Of passing trains of thought

No more drinks

Have I got