Whisked Away By Whiskey
Why dip when I can sip
Why sleep when I can have a trip
Just a tip for my mind to strip
Just a drip for a bad day to flip
Short gaps between gulps
Long chats between spats
On a whiskey bottle I once read a date
I mistook it for time until I was running late
On a whiskey bottler I once read a name
I drunk it fast as I mistook it for someone else’s claim
Amidst the sleazy and dizzy
It is easy to be in a tizzy
We get silly and flimsy
From whizzy to tipsY
We sink every time we drink
Replete and redline your limit
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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