Pandora's Bottle

My name is Jack...
I'm internationally known,
...I don't know my age,
Yet I'm frequently grown...
I have no skin...
...yet I'm dark in tone,
And if you despise violence,
Then I'm best left alone...

Silently I rest...
Detained yet unarrested,
Retained from the world,
...my patience is bested,
...I am angry,
My dark colour mirrors emotion,
Whenever I'm released,
I unleash a commotion...

But contained and confined,
My intentions resigned,
Epitomy of submissive,
...yet coerce still just fine...
Motionless in my glass chamber,
...consumption spells danger,
Whether familiar or stranger,
...I unveil suppressed anger...

Few acknowledge my threat,
...so subtly I work my set,
They draw me in,
...males fail the test,
They can't handle me,
Their egos strangle me,
So they start downing me,
...get macho and win,
Or sorrows drown in me...

Unprovoking...
...my appearance is enough,
From collar to cuff,
...I instigate snuff,
At times it's tough,
Being this damn rough,
...but I have my moments,
Of calling the bluff...
...on punks who act buff,
I shatter their image,
And arrogance to dust...

I embed bad imagery,
...such is my ability,
I annihilate mirages,
And replicate misery,
I destroy illusions...
And draw out honesty,
...inhibitions recede,
I'm just speaking honestly...

So strong is my odour,
...and so heavy in taste,
I make lesser men turn away...
...can't take the pace,
...can't win the race,
So they duck their head,
...just to hide their face...
...just to save some face...
I put them in their place...

...I tumble from my cage,
Ready to instigate rage,
...vodka's a bastard?
I'm on a whole other page...

i see you like usin' this style a lot and i like this idea of good ol' Jack Daniels. a very free way to express yourselves. that's fine and all, but too many simple pieces consecutively get repetitive. unlike the other two pieces from a week or two ago, i felt a lack of orgininality. like, these are expected qualities that you didn't twist. however, you did have some nice lines...

"My dark colour mirrors emotion"

"But contained and confined,
My intentions resigned,
Epitomy of submissive,
...yet coerce still just fine...
Motionless in my glass chamber,
...consumption spells danger,
Whether familiar or stranger,
...I unveil suppressed anger..."

"...I tumble from my cage,
Ready to instigate rage,
...vodka's a bastard?
I'm on a whole other page..."

and my favorite part was this...

"I embed bad imagery,
...such is my ability,
I annihilate mirages,
And replicate misery,
I destroy illusions...
And draw out honesty,
...inhibitions recede,
I'm just speaking honestly..."

alchohol doesn't always bring out violence though. i would like to see anotha side of the affects of alchohol done. nice job scott

DAMN! I love this! It's great how you've personified a bottle of Daniels like that.

You've truly captured everything. I think this is brilliant.

Although I think the rhyming was a bit basic at times "cuff/rough/snuff/bluff/buff/tough..." was a bit too much...

But I really liked this. Saving to PC now.

Oh, and the title fits perfectly.