Tipplers Anthem

byAChild©

Glory be to God for the cocktail-
...In times of thirst we seek the hour;
.....Called like pests to the watering hole;
Telling tales to fill my dry spell;
...In toasts and boasts I harness power;
.....First spill from drink hand, vibrates soul.

Acids in belly eats at pockets;
...As night wears on my stomach sours;
....To touch divinity is my goal;
Upon the rock of ages perch lesser profits
................Drunks Roll!

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