The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Whiskey

Strong whiskey got me cock-eye drunk
Caused me to fall in a batch of raw conch
They were stuck to my face
And was sprayed with strong mace
Then they called me a scary a_ _ punk
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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