Dirty Soul of Whiskey

I woke up this morning and promised to be good, So I took a walk around my neighborhood, I happen to meet a white whisky with a great chude, But how we got into an argument cannot be understood. I can remember sipping him 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 always be a dirty man..