Give me another shot,
another bottle,
another barrel.
Label it green,
label it orange,
or no label at all.
Call it what you will
just put it in my glass.
Pour it down my throat,
open the emptiness to its glory.
The liquid boiling my guts,
boiling my thoughts,
my memories,
my life.
Roll me another round of dice,
deal out the cards and lets play.
I can feel her just around the corner,
the Lady brings riches on this wretched night.
Put the whiskey in my glass,
the dice in my cup.
Mix them together if it makes you happy,
just pour it down my throat.
The ice clanks,
the rum mixes easily with my coke,
gliding it’s silky fingers across my lips.
Promises of a smooth ride
into the deep hours of the night.
My engine purring as I take another shot
just a little deeper than the last.
Don’t cut me off now,
I’m on a roll.
The cards are turning my way,
the dice are landing with me in mind.
Give me another shot,
another bottle,
another barrel.
Call it what you will
just put in in my glass.
Written 3/30/2016
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