Waiting on the kitchen shelf

full of orangey goodness

to be taken to the sunny park

on the family picnic,

greedily emptied by the kids

then flung aside, discarded

left beside the flowerbed

as night falls disregarded, 

midnight chimes across the city

the park is sad and deserted

the bottle lies alone, forlorn

perhaps 'tis feeling lonely,

now along comes Johnny-boy

he's looking for some company

the bottle and Johnny say 'Hello'

and head off in the darkness

now its snug in Johnny-land

and deep inside his pocket

heading into the city night

to a rendezvous with danger,

a million dancing city lights 

are blazing and enticing

but the alleyway is dark

grim and blankly frightening,

the bottle's now in Johnny's hand

gripped so tight and feircely

smashed against the alley wall

now its sharp and deadly,

somewhere in the darkness lurks

another man crazed and lonely 

a man with anger on his face,

between him and Johnny 's rancour,

the man, the dealer

took a chance

and Jonhnny-boy he cheated

now 'tis pay-back time my friend

Johnny-boy's here to glass thee.

The bottle lies in smithereens 

smashed across the alley

once 'twas full of orange joy

now 'tis bloody red and ghastly.