The Curse of the Bottle

It was extremely difficult
for me to both, attempt
and also to finally realize,

but, I finally did it!
I finally ceased my addiction!
I've ended my addiction to drinking milk.

It began for me, when I was an infant.
Back then, we had not the knowledge
or the hope that we have today.

My mother knew no better,
so she breastfed all of us siblings.
How was she to know?

I remember hitting the bottle
at quite an early age,
and in retrospect, I became it's slave.

I can remember throwing violent "fits"
when I didn't receive my "Ba-ba".
Looking back, I feel so much shame.

Nowadays, it's really no big thing.
For, there are a plethora of treatments
to help someone battle the curse of the bottle.

For instance, there's a substitution therapy
where a white bottle is produced,
but it's filled with Italian dressing.

Surely that would prove to be successful,
however I would probably turn into
some sort of Italian dressing junkie.

There's also something called aversion therapy
which has been used wide-spread, positively.
It entails electro-shock therapy every time one drinks milk.

They didn't have that sort of technology for me.
No, I had to quit "cold turkey",
except for the "patch".

But, even that wasn't greatly effective.
At least, not for me. For me, the "patch" would only have worked,
if I could've rolled it up and smoked it.