Original poem

glass

I am a glass,

They took me for coffee.

I hold black coffee,

It also smells of coffee.

I am a glass,

They filled me with boiling water.

I hold boiling water,

I also saw boiling memories.

There's a fleet on a long voyage.

I am a glass,

They got drunk on me,

I watched them get drunk,

From dawn to darkness.

I am a glass,

They are very angry.

Or leisure,

I'm always broke,

My ultimate fate is to be broken,

When I collapsed, I began to sleep.