Upside Down

We all have private little quirks
That make us cringe or frown
And one of mine is bottle caps,
Removed and upside down.

Don’t know why this disturbs me
But it’s always been this way.
My friends and family flip the caps
To set the game in play.

I simply turn them over
So the top part’s facing me.
Perhaps this could be seen
As just as trifle O.C.D.

You’d think that I could easily
Avoid these little traps,
But I drink beer from bottles;
Hence, the presence of the caps.

I could just throw that cap away
But though the why’s not clear,
I never toss those tops until
I’m finished with the beer.

I laugh when someone flips my cap,
Like dangling some bait;
I flip it back, delighting in
The game I’ve helped create.