Sippy Cup

They say a bottle is a bottle.
A bottle is a sippy cup.
And even if you dress them up.

The negativity is still on the hunt.
For a sippy cup with syrup is still syrup.
Alcohol or juice.

Pill diet or produce.
And when the sheets get stained real bad.
People look at you down low.

And you try to wash it off.
The boys laugh and mock.
A pill diet you develop.

And when you are done with the bottle.
And you put it aside.
He is still dead when you are done with the juice.

Or maybe the emotions it produce.
A sippy cup is a metaphor for woe.
And so it doesn’t matter what you fill it up with.

Will it be juice?
Or alcohol you produce?
And when kids drink out of the sippy cup.

They try to cope.
Clinging onto the given rope.
A sippy cup full of glee.

Is what kids want it to be.
When the juice numbs you out.
And everyone else found out.

Suddenly the sheets are red again.
And you bled all over again.
The little girl sipped on her sippy cup.

Because adults say it’s fun.
To drink the juice of numbness and then run.
Because a sippy cup temporarily chases away all problems.

But it’s not the solution at all.
The sippy cup will fall out of your hands.
Spilling all down low.

Sometimes we have surgery and operate.
Untill you fall and it’s too late.
And you look for a solution, a mate.

Silly girls and silly boys.
They treat eachother like toys.
And blood money.

Hey honey,how did you get all this money?
But he tells a lie.
So I drink out of my sippy cup and lay.

Your favorite candy is cotton.
But don’t eat too much.
For all your teeth are rotten.

And when the sheets stain.
Everyone judges you.
A pill diet too.

Alas,reality is cruel.
And juice is often our fuel.
A sippy cup glitching,covered in gold.

Because drinking ever gets old.
All made from the same mold.