The Whiskey Monologues

FOR SCOTT

Every evening at about eight-thirty

My body demands drink with firm maturity

My head will swim and stay submerged

Myself and me must now diverge

The gin will seem to loose the tether

This sin will not repay me, never

And ever after hosts proclaim

“You’ll not come to my home again!”

Submitted by Anonymous.

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