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.

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