Bottle down liquor drank
Can't think of a better excuse
To drink on a Wednesday
At seven in the afternoon
Next to a dirty creek with leeches and bugs
Beside a pontiac torrent that has scraped every side of its face
On every single ditch on this countryside
At one point or another
All thanks to endless bottles
Of fireball
Rye
And any liquor that burns on the way down
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
