Message In A Bottle:

I'm up the creek
Without a paddle,
I'm on my own
To fight this battle.

I'm slinder and hard
As cold as glass,
I'm a bottled mess
That travels first class.

This prison I'm in
It's my watery grave,
Throwing me around
Like a tidal wave.

The air is so thin
I can't hardly breath,
I'm hoping real soon
Someone rescues me.

For I have a secret
That nobody knows,
It's all rolled up
And also enclosed.

Give me a hand
And save my life,
Read my contents
That I have inside.

For this message
That I guard within,
Will it set me free
From this loony bin.