Waves of pity, angry surges
A bottled fizz, churned and shaken
Hissing bubbles, a thousand hyenas
Swirling eagres, hungry and treacherous

Forceful rages ram the lid
A cover strong and tight in grip
Fury swells spelling calamity
Thrusting the lid into defeat

An unyielding grip that meant to restrain
Long it held against the bane
Yet sudden liberty the confined gained
Alas, the bottle breaks

[And still the cover sustains its hold
Knowing not the fate of its mould
Admirable staunchness dispensable
Fate and destiny reprehensible]