The truth about wine

                                                   The Truth about Wine

Most folk just like the taste, they are happy with Rose,

Others think they are the shit, and ask for Chardonnay.

Some pretend to know what’s what, and ask for Pinot Noir,

As a man who really knows his wine, I think they went too far.

Wine is wine, that’s a fact; we think we know our stuff,

Lets all pretend to get it right, think I’ve had enough.

He brings it out for all to see, making quite a show,

We take a sip and nod our head, looking like we know.

Let’s get real and drop the act, know one really cares,

Tell the truth, the wine is rank, not bothered by their stares.

Only false eyes look your way, a lie is what they cast,

The greatest drop I ever tried, goes by the name Buckfast.

I don’t care about your pallet, the autumn leaves you smell,

Just a second in your company, makes me feel like I’m in hell.

You speak in words that make no sense, you talk about bouquet,

Normal people know your game, they choose not to play.

You act a scene, just like a play, nothing but a lie,

We see through the clever words, I would rather die.

You sell your soul for nothing more, than a strangers smile,

In your shoes I couldn’t walk a yard, never mind a mile.

Let’s get real and drop the act, know one really cares,

Tell the truth, the wine is rank, not bothered by their stares.

Only false eyes look your way, a lie is what they cast,

The greatest drop I ever tried, goes by the name Buckfast.

Never mind champagne, it really doesn’t show your class,

Let’s leave it for the rappers, for me I think I’ll pass.

It takes a certain type; you all know who I mean,

Souls are up for sale, as long as they got seen.

Wine is just a drink; I wish that was the case,

People use it like a gun, if they don’t like your face.

I hope I never judge a man, with the glass he drinks,

I hope you heard the words, stop and made you think.

Let’s get real and drop the act, know one really cares,

Tell the truth, the wine is rank, not bothered by their stares.

Only false eyes look your way, a lie is what they cast,

The greatest drop I ever tried, goes by the name Buckfast.

Grant Wright