Moet et Chandon

The grapes that fill
Our mouths with sweet,
Can even make
Our troubles fleet.

“I feel like dying,
Everyday”
“I feel like I have
Lost my way.”

All our lives and days,
Are wilting,
How ‘bout just one night
Of tilting
Up the glass
With liquid glory?
Then we’ll sing
A different story.

“Everyone I loved
Is dead”
“There’s too much noise
In my head”

Don’t you see
That nature’s grapes,
Are here to turn us
Into apes?
Mother has
Gently provided
A drink in which
We’re well-guided
To the place
Where we can thrive,
Drink some more
And feel alive.