The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I Like To Stick My Head Up

I like to stick my head up.
Sometimes it gets lopped off.
While the angry one glares at me.

I like to give them my views.
Especially when they are unpopular.
Even when they surround me and mob me
Yelling and screaming in a threatening way.

I like to be counted.
Even when they take swords and hatchets
And lop my head off at the neck.
Even when they do it jaggedly.
That’s on them, right?

I like to stick my head up.
Sometimes it gets lopped off.
By the angry ones.
Served to me on a Santa Claus platter.
And it laughs.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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