Mine’s a Lime and Soda
The thing about drink is that it bugs my brain and
seems to drain ev’ry scrap of sanity and sensitivity.
Beyond a certain quantity,I lose my grip on gravity;
I sink into depravity and just become a casualty
Of cellular activity. Whisky’s always risky, for
instead of getting frisky, I tend to get morose.
A Tequila will reveal a side I’d rather hide:
You’ll find me vulgar and verbose. I
thought Wine was fine, until
he said: “Your place
or mine?” And
platonic: It messes up my head.
The thing about drink
a single sip:
Once it’s passed
from glass to lip –
Goodbye sobriety! I’ll
toss aside propriety:
I’ll curse all forms of
piety; I’ll rant and get
quite rioty – In low
or high society (And
I won’t do it quietly. .).
buy it me.