The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Decoded like a file-Yet still Unclassified

Decoded like a file-Yet still Unclassified

A group tried to scan your soul like a

Barcode file,

Pondering they had access, thought  they

Had style-

But one's truth ain't a doc you compile,

You remain encrypted,  laughing all the

While.

Betrayal tried to breach you, sneak in,

Eavesdropping,  but resilence hit back a

System icon.

You reboot clean, move sharp, stay gone,

Too many layers for for their read only con.

They wanted cliff notes, cheat codes, a 

Quick profile, But you're firewalled spirit-

With a street- born smile.

Your whole lifestyle, 

Rising every-time like a comeback file.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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