The marble inflexible, hard, its cold.
The other intoxicating, in it's liquid state.
Two distinctive elements, one hard, one soft.

The marble is crushable.
The grape is crushable too.
One will shatter hitting your sole.
One is squeezable when fold.

The marble destined for hands to touch.
The grape is best when it is crushed.
The grapes you can fold, they'll be better.
Into the barrel, becoming liquid grape.
The wine press fermentation, its final test.

Life offer choices, some are like grapes.
Sift tender, soft, made to be crushed.
Others like marble, stiff and never gushed.
Firm, unreasonable, cannot be shaped.
Illogical, self-centered not conforming.

Investors build, what’s not easily scuffed.
The marbles are solid enough,
They don’t fold under normal stress.
In this economy dog eat dog is just?

The grape easily destroyed overnight
A softie, flimsy in its own right,
I was the grape, if I’m honest and frank,
Some say vascular, fragile, with drink.
A misjudgment of me I would think.

The grape in its Intoxicating state
It’s so inviting, drinkable,
It’s a Sauvignon Blanc, I think that's the drink.

The marble firm stiff, cold, and hard,
When it is crushed it scatters like hate
Pieces flying about, hitting you eyes
What you spend years building,
someone destroyed overnight;
It’s no wonder false friends and,
True enemies arise.

Scattered fragments cut ever so deep.
Inflexible, hard, cold all filled with hate
Gave the world the best that you had?
The heart soul never ever enough.

They’re unreasonably, self-centered
Those people, just forget them all.
They contributed to choices affecting this call.
Be I alcoholic or justly discontent
Break the marble or drink the wine
The choice is mine, I’m hell bent.

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