It’s a verse from the old children’s song Seven Bottles of Pop. My kids played and replayed that tape until I prayed it would dissolve inside the player. It didn’t.
I’m not sure what the muck somebody didn’t want chucked in their dustbin was that inspired this little tune, but I’m getting more than just a little tired of all the muck being spewed at me by every broadcasting means known to man.
I passed the fifty-years-old mark more than five years ago. I’ve known men who liked other men, men who wanted to be women, and I’ve observed folks who resorted to all sorts of creative ways to harm themselves. Ain’t nothing new there. This abnormal behavior has been going on ever since Adam’s son killed his younger brother because God wouldn’t change His rules to suit him. A casual review of history will reveal that every era and culture included some humans who ventured outside the lines of normal behavior. An occasional cannibal or real-life Tarzan stumbles out of the jungle every so often.