On The Rocks

Fri, 07/21/2017 - 15:20 -- davis

Clinking ice tinks the glass  

Fire water from fermented grain  

Smooth liquid flows down past  

  

Two fingers stack up on task  

Soothing stomach tames  

Rich flavor aged in cask  

  

Drink it down, but make it last  

Moment of clarity strikes my brain  

Hide the problem in a flask  

  

Everyone is immortal  

Until the next morning…

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