Tequila
i find the most delicious
concotion
is made from tequila
splash it with lime
and roll salt on the edges
i lick my tongue over the salt
savoring each
moment
as the next shooter
bellies it's way up to the bar
bless those people in mexico
with the hot blood
making tequila almost a staple
that calls itself worthy
i am certain the next round will be even better
yet i can't help but notice that the guy
at the end of the bar
isn't having tequila
but rather a most staid gin and tonic
ooh well- to each drink their own.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2009
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