Dirty Soul of Whiskey
I woke up this morning and promised to be good
So I took some walk around my neighborhood
I happen to meet a dirty soul of whisky, I don't mean to be rude
But how we got into an argument cannot be understood.
I can remember him calling me from a distance..
yes, an old friend I would always need assistance..
We were both happy reminiscing our alliance..
Until he hits me on the floor when I had no balance..
I kept pleading in an uncommon language to my ally...
But he kept drawing me over bumps and made me see the world as a doodle..
Though I felt so good for the first time, cus I've never seen a black muddy rain dropped from the sky...
little did I know my legs where up to the heavens and my head pinned to a poodle..
I heard voices and laughter that I began to giggle as well...
with no knowledge of what will make voices laugh so loud as a bell..
But I know whisky is my man...
and with him I'll never be a bad man..
Copyright © Richie Kharis | Year Posted 2023
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