Tequila Grande;
Sent here by Dionysus
To win my favor

In the moonlight, as
The whiskey boils in my veins
There will be a fight

Cold is kept outdoors
As gin and philosophy
Stir and warm my thoughts

My youth is regained
Awakened by a playground
And a jug of rum

In a sickly state
The damnéd vodka is a
Masochist's best friend

 
 

THE END