The bulging; because it has been busy consuming the goods and liquid courage. It has expanded, because it’s packed with the residue of tasting. It’s swollen because the full meter was not working. It has grown because there was no limit and no end zone.
It’s lacking, because it never stopped to see what’s happening.
It’s banging because it never knew shaming.
It’s no use, because there was always an excuse.
It’s never been tended, because everything it did was long winded.
It’s aching, because it was not use to waiting.
It’s hurting, because of all the worrying.
The damaging, because there was too much to managing it. It’s destroyed, because it allowed itself to be annoyed. It’s bruised because time and time again it allowed itself to be used. It’s ruined, because it has no clue as to what and who keeps doing it.