He Used Me!

"He grabbed me by my slender neck.
I couldn't yell or scream.
He took me to his dingey room
Where he could not be seen.
He stripped me of my flimsy wrap.
He gazed upon my form.
I was cold and wet and damp
While he was nice and warm.
His feverish mouth he pressed to mine.
I gave him every drop.
He drained me of my very self,
I couldn't make him stop!
He made me what I am today,
That's why you find me here.
A broken bottle, tossed away,
That once was full of beer".

To keep in fair play, I am not the author of this poem. I ran across it in the early 1960's. If I recall correctly it was in an issue of an adult humor magazine entitled "Sex To Sexty". It was a collection of cartoons and jokes and the original author was not acknowledged by that publication.

I hope you don't mind,
dirtylittleboy