Stuck In a Pub

This privilege of the spirits I drink That came from a stilling thought A blend of potatoes and corn With the steaming of fermentation A white lighting with a clean taste Smooth when I blew an 0.8 Cuffs were tight in the black and white The bar turned into metal I staggered into my room The next morning, I was the Judged By the one who had a bachelor's in law I said: I have a hangover in my head Then the gavel came down Innocent or guilty he said: I had an innocent frown My guilt lay into the still that steamed My mouth was out of control I drank without knowing this simple meal of potatoes and corn How could this get me into trouble? Then he said fine, I was thinking okay but my credit card balance went away No more Pub for me until the 1st More money in my bank I will see Then, Its back to the pub for me Contest: Freedom Pub Sponsored by: Joe Maverick Date Created: 11/29/2022