no more beer no more wine
no more whisky for me
I'm just going to drink
straight gin,
'til something makes sense,
again
it's the one spirit left
that's still speaking
to me
I'm just going to drink
straight gin,
'til something makes
sense, again
breathe in
pour out
breathing.
vodka has not
any character
that I care to witness,
these days.
At least, not in me
or that it gives mine
I'd rather not bother
elaborate
tequila just tastes
like sperm and defeat.
If I told you, I'd have
tequila
The less said the better,
on so many scores.
breathe in,
pour out
breathing.
One more
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