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By B.K. Date: 2020 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2020.03.16.03.13.21310]] |
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These new old times Are driving me to drink Upon finding a bottle Stashed behind the bottles Of old worries bought The last time we wanted To learn how to sip whiskey While learning to play poker Pet the Corgis and Drink gin with the Queen Or make mousse With Baileys Irish cream Vodka to drink Black Russians Or make jello shots Tequila for margaritas I bought an extra bottle For drowning my sorrows Or medicine for this nasty virus Lots of lime and honey What plans previewed Soothing a throat Or drown in my sorrow Make merry blotto With this definite disaster Only it all just sits there I know I cannot drink Do not know how to drink Barely drink at all So now I am here Almost three am Fighting you off again And chugging Baileys Straight from the bottle Not the elegant way I saw it Instead raw and ravaged As these dark times Poes pit But my pendulum Walking the tightrope Without a glass Or the whipped cream Baileys is delightful But you and this world Are the meanest Ugliest horror In all the old and new But after watching 1917 Dear God Please hold on wimpy world We are frightfully figuring whilst Chugging from the Baileys bottle There is still an awful plot Of disquietning disaster Yet to make do bk The sixteenth of march twenty twenty three oh nine am |