Shake the bottle

My contents have settled
And I sloth
On sofas
Used to be a bag of beans
A golf ball goafer
But now
I drive the chauffeur
Home
A chaperone
On a throne of flammable foam
My wife occasionally shakes me up
To find life on a misty cup
Of lager lips and tannin muck
The tummy tuck
That spills over leather belt
Is one less thing
You felt about
Inside me.
Nothing inside
All at the bottom
Two cheeks
My cherry blossom
But I still love you
When you stare right through
Or go to straight bed
In the holy zoo
I call our home.
a vacant good night kiss
Bypass the carpet burn
And the lino floor
Put the cat out recycle
Bin bag duty
Domestic icicle
Cold.
Love you
Love.