The Shade of a Swizzle Stick Version 2

The shade of a swizzle stick frightened the drunk Who's head bowed down in shivers of funk Like leaves that cool when shriveled 'till shrunk To swizzle our sticks in cool ice junk Dum Drunken man with lids; his dreams Erase each moment in flickers and seams Won't die 'till morning; eyes form beams When memories left forget it seems. ~The Shade Of A Swizzle Stick