Best Swigging Poems

Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass;  I'll have me the bottle
with a big bowl of ice this baby I'll throttle

The whiskey's gone, now a brandy'd be fine
my inside's on fire, there's a...

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Confetti collecting 
on strawberry blondes
swigging champagne
from the dusk 
till the dawn,
Sleeping in corners
where ever they fall,
like sad
Cinderellas
too long
 at the 
Ball....

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Push and shove
Punch and hit
Throwing a bad violent fit
Never knowing what you did
Because the liquor left it hid
Remembering is hard to do
When it takes control of you
You try and stop with group support
But one sip and you  abort
All the senses telling you
This is a...

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Wild Bill Bailey loved his liquor
far too much for his own good-
Spent his days in smokey taverns
draining far more than he should.

Adeline had long suspected
as he rode off into town
that he'd rather wet his whistle
than get wed and settle down.

So she gave an ultimatum:
'Quit the...

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I followed milky and mouldy scents,
down cobbled and narrow paths,
only to see it riddled with rats,
feasting on Feta and Camembert,
whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to
clash against the cider swigging downers!

The Fromage Frenzy and Curd Craze deli.
across from the Dizzy Duck and the Boastful Bard...

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Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden. 
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly.
Flipping their hair. He had a salacious appetite, saw them all naked.

They sometimes waved to his corner when...

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Well if you insist

I am not the color of my skin or the clothes on my back.  
I am not who or what you assume me to be. 
I am not a foul mouthed gun toting beer swigging cigarette smoking menace to society. 
I...

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Flying on a broomstick, taking the Knight Bus
Arriving on the platform without any fuss
Visiting Warner Brothers for a fan was a must
In the magic and the mystery we all did trust

A Wow! As we entered the magnificent Grand hall
As soon as we saw it, we...

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Wendy, Darling
	Was a wretched little wench
	With a flask of whiskey
	Clasped in her fist
	And took to a swigging
	More often
	Than the lost boys ever knew

Wendy, Darling
	Was a surrogate mother
	Who despised the reckless actions
	Of such a crew
	And it was mostly Peter
	To whom she cursed
 
nasty, dirty, stupid
boys
lost in...

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Blood, divine and sweet,
Swigging on vampiric tastes,
Victims, screams and bleats....

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Getting rowdy--really loud
Hanging with your country crowd
Having fun with lots of laughter
Nothing seems to really matter
Watching sports and swigging bears
All your troubles disappear
Jukebox playing favorite songs
You can dance to all night long
Cowboy hats--Tight fitting jeans
This is such a sexy scene
Hearing yee-haw and y'all
In a southern...

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if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black...

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Written on January 26, 2020
By Gail DeBole

Drink up daredevils!
It’s not a joke.
The human toe in your drink 
Is not just taking a soak. 

It’s challenged many drinkers 
And many have exclaimed, 
“Ewwww, What’s going on? 
And who has been maimed?” 

But there are the hearty
Who...

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God over us 
like hard rock covering land mollusks,
shielding them 
from tropic sun
 (like hell raging on Gomorrah)
and velvety ocean breeze 
carrying salt to season coconut water.
Zebra type, like a leopard’s stubborn spots,
Shun the selfless offering 
for the small of a hard back; 
the product...

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Long ago in Northern England there was a big lake of heavenly nectar. The lake was called 'Love'. One day Layman was going along the lake-side road with his friends. He didn't know how to swim but had a secret wish to taste the nectar....

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