(Sour) Grapes
By Grant Maher

Grapes are pressed into wine; they have provided people with comfort and inspiration since ancient times.

So am I like grapes—when pressed I exude the liquid of my essence which comforts and inspires those around me.

Grapes can go bad; wine can turn to vinegar. So it is with me; inevitably I dismay and repel those around me with my essence.

It is all in the ratios; since my intentions are mostly good, most of my wine refreshes. That which is corked goes back to the cellar. I linger not on bad tastes.

To Bacchus I give all of my grapes and wine as a sacrifice, that all be well in the heavens