They watered down the vodka
I barely got a buzz
I bet I’d pass the breath test
If picked up by the fuzz
I’m checkin’ on the gin now
It’s tastin’ mighty thin
I guess they mixed that bathtub
With “pond”, then poured it in
The shots ain’t hitten’ either
The whiskey’s barely brown
I’m spendin’ my whole paycheck
And I’m about to drown
They watered down the vodka
And now, I gotta pee
The next time I’m a drinkin’
Here comes B.Y.O.B.
vodka goes down smooth
cat mistakes it for water
both of us are drunk
He often rushed Russia's famed vodka
He had proudly named Bad Armoured Car,
Mouths daring to find the like in bar
Of the same strength and Field Marshall's Star.
But on alertness was set for a fall,
Quick to hear a call and kick a ball:
A strictness rearing for sure collapse,
Darting glances spotting the sure lapse
In a once decided strong bedrock
With a most formidable lock...
Jamo is no more The Real Terror
For every observed abjured error;
Now heads of hundreds to ruminate
Over a new chief to nominate...
For a ship with no space for doomed drunks,
Come defence time down lying like trunks.
Steadily, the wine flows
And down a gullet goes;
Beside the bottle, tapping toes
Of Brown drowning his woes
And the brownish questions his foes
From plain mischief pose:
Every morning a repeated dose
That could ugly chapters close;
Its aroma a sport to his nose,
As his glass remains close…
The merrier with vodka than with his Rose…
Put the stuff in ice.
It must be quite cold to drink.
Serve in frosty glass.
Add a twist of lemon peel.
Now you've got a drink that's real!
Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.
How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching I think.
Sean and Mary McGinnis
raise their glasses of Guinness,
and then gulp to oblivion's brink.
I’ve been told that the Finns take to boozing.
They love Kossu — a drink of their choosing.
This tradition is old
for in Finland it's cold,
so their habit can merit excusing.
Vodka is the most volatile liquid.
Evaporates very sudden and quickly.
It takes minutes no more, than twenty,
After opening to be bottle empty!
has bits of human brain.
take it then wisdom appears,
in every uttered word,
that could be full of gas
No vodka shots
No drinking beer.
Even without alcohol
She has no fear.
She is simple
And clean.
And could rule the world
Without being mean.
Yes, she is a girl
With no bad quality.
All she believe
Is in gender Equality.
©saniyapoetry
Voting is the best vodka
******* ever drank
Gave 'em equality liquor dreams,
had 'em thinking they're something that they ain't
At least not in the eyes
of non-polite alt right society
Their thinking is:
being crammed in the back of a bus,
getting shipped off to another war for democracy
is the proper place for ******* to be
Black sardines go well with vodka, don't you agree
C'est la vie
Voting is the best vodka
coloreds ever drank
Gave 'em hangover equality dreams,
had 'em believing they're something that they ain't
At least not in the minds
of polite leftist intellectual society
Their thinking is:
create paternalistic policies to keep 'em pacified,
while allowing 'em to sacrifice their lives
in another war for democracy
Then try their next social experiment guilt-free ...
the coloreds will, of course, thank them properly
Black test tubes are the best glasses
for drinking vodka, don't you agree
C'est la vie
I ain't never been much of a drinker,
much less have a taste for voting vodka
Those poor comrades of disillusionment and discontent,
still have black Russian fantasies,
of which crack pipe dreams are made of
VODKA AND LIME
light and heavenly distilled to silence night
personal dark secret delight
drifting thoughts spinning time
on substance abuse sublime
brain freeze back
lime
Vodka smack
another filtered climb
every poem clothed in rhyme
pure imagination takes to flight
light and heavenly distilled to silence night
Three hundred sixty minutes and
sixteen shots later,
and my heart is still unraveling
inside of my chest.
Four hundred eighty minutes
and eight cans of Redbull later,
and my bloodshot eyes are
begging for sleep.
Five hundred forty minutes and
a bottle of vodka later,
I'm staring at trembling fingers and
dying to hold you.
Six hundred minutes and
half a pack of cigarettes later,
and I'm straining to remember
your name.
And that's alright with me.
This colorless liquor originated in Russia
The numbers of drinks it can make are a plethora.
It is distilled from potato mash, or from wheat or rye.
Its popularity is something no one can deny.
The name comes from “little water” in the Russian language
This charcoal-filtered spirit is paid global homage.
This has been consumed by many in each century.
It is produced worldwide at any distillery.
This liquor is one that has great versatility.
It’s served neat, or mixed with a variety of juices.
This distilled beverage has a host of great uses.
Vodka is found in common drinks like a Bloody Mary,
or found in some wild concoctions that seem quite contrary.
It comes in proof strength of eighty or one hundred.
For many connoisseurs, it’s a spirit that’s beloved.
Scores of recipes may need vodka in any way,
like every person, animal or object in this world;
water is essential, a vital need to everyone’
without it, life would not be possible to survive.
Its essence dispel the dryness and death
It’s a potent creation, a number one support;
that brings to life and sustains its strength
for one who lives and copes with many things.
What a great need for everyone to have water
and survive with it, along with other things;
in a perpetual state, water makes a difference,
it’s a source with its essence that means life.
In all settings, time, history, and situations,
their link to life-giving wonders and events
reminds everyone of God’s gift to his people
that He, in John’s gospel, is a living water.
Note:
Vodka: It is a Russian word, a diminutive of “water” (before you adopt an ironic smile, be aware that “whiskey” comes from the Gaelic for “water of life”).
A fallen Angel,
From among the chosen ones,
Tumbles along his way.
Smirnoff effect drags his feet,
To huddle at the corner of the street;
There, he swears his last.
Come on buddy,
A few more steps,
And, you’re home.
Tomorrow, have a single shot
Of vodka, or drink hot black coffee
Then, you will be okay.
If, you prefer….
Alkazeltser, take one not two
You’ll be fine, too. But…
Embrace yourself….
For Kathrina is here;
She’s in great rage.
She found a kiss mark on you;
And that’s really, really bad;
Hope versus hope, I think, you’ll live.
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