Free Cee Whiskey and Mum
she drinks her scotch early in the morn
and sips her warmed brandy when the moon is born
she blames her problems on me and mine
but like the brightest star the lady has a way to shine
she illuminates my bedroom with a smile bright
a smile that stinks of whiskey and rum at twilight
she keeps blaming me because i ain't no millionaire
and if you ask me that just isn't fair
by nine P.M. she's blind and can barely speak
but still her beauty leaves me weak
i declare that her protestations aren't the least bit fair
but the lady's always too drunk to care
so it's scotch, brandy, whiskey and rum
by eight past two a.m. she remains mum
that's when she runs out of excuses she blames on me
but by four a.m. she gives her wares away for free
(2012) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2012
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