I wrote this 28 years ago, and really don't know what possessed me to write it!
He dragged me by my slender neck
I could not call or scream
And took me to this dingy room
Where we could not be seen
He tore away my flimsy wrap
And gazed upon my form
I was cold and damp and scared
While he was nice and warm
His parched lips he pressed to me
I gave him every drop
He drained me of my very self
I could not make him stop
This made me what I am today
That's why you find me here
I'm a broken bottle , thrown away
That once was filled with beer