Domestic Whisky Salvation
I have a bottle of whisky I keep in my house
It is well hidden, like a tiny little mouse
I drink it in all kinds of situations
I drink it down to calm down my chaotic emotions
My house is my life and I share both with my wife
She is nice but she doesn’t always possess a sex drive
I would rather go to bed a drunk, than a frustrated man
I drink my whisky while she snores, and i have lots of fan
Am not a perfect man, my wife nor perfect spouse either
We argue quite a lot, but when am on the whisky she seems nicer
She can say hurtful things that can cause my sober psyche much panic
But the whisky drowns my fears, like the sinking of the titanic
The whisky gets me through difficult domestic quarrels
A drink or two, and you forget your sorrows and tomorrows
Life is here and now, whether or not you own titles and plots
Happiness is a moment like this, inspired by whisky shots
The whisky for me, is like a silent life partner
When bolts are loose in my head, it is my golden spanner
The whisky represents me just like an advocate
Defending me against boredom, so that with fate i can relate
Life outside the house seems to dash unfairly fast
Time gets lost while you are wearing an employee’s mask
But between my house and my whisky, my mind stands still
I don’t know about heaven, but this is how it must feel
Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2016
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