Try The Wine

Try the wine, take a sip  
thank you sir, (what is this?)  
a good brand,  worthy ilk  
 
perhaps a trap, this tender
red with pasta, (a good pair?)
reluctantly I’ll partake
 
Try the wine, none for me  
none for him, the muscle bound  
my health excludes just a taste  
 
cheers to you (with false charm)  
I’ll check the color, it’s still red  
then the smell, claret bouquet  
 
Try the wine, indulge your thirst  
while I speak about my wife  
she’s gone away, no quite dead  
 
badly raped, with assault
by the vicious hooligans
where you sitting with your glass
 
Try the wine, now I’m bound  
to this chair, left for dead  
while the flu took her life  
 
I know better, the modern age  
removed my dear from the stage  
not Pneumonia, it was them  
 
Try the wine, you sad victim  
help is now on the way  
phone taken to call some friends  
 
(Alex considers to take leave)  
forgive my trouble, I’ll depart  
no, no my boy, no trouble at all.  
 
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171211.  
 
“Try the Wine” is a poetic experiment on a scene from “A Clockwork Orange”.