Devil's Concoction
This has brought my express train to a halt.
A smoky distillation of barley malt,
has me unable to think straight.
Here I am in the joint very late.
One shot was not enough to sate me;
soon there came number two, then three.
What first tasted smooth was getting a little rough.
The bartender then told me I had enough.
He just called a taxi to take me home.
Tomorrow, there’s no way I’m going to roam.
This booze in the brown bottle put me on the shelf.
I swear this stuff was made by the devil himself.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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