I can still taste that last beer on my lips, it's not the best.
If only I could have a gin and tonic. I always liked gin and tonic. Where the hell am I going to find gin and tonic, here? No, I'm not going to find some gin and tonic. I just can't be bothered to find a fucking gin and tonic right now.
Don't fucking talk to me about gin and tonic.
Fucking asshole.
But maybe wine.
The wine is not bitter, though a firm concentration of fruit tannins, like a shot of bitters, sits in your mouth like the memory of a long day. Honeyed chocolate fills your taste buds as you swallow.
Each new gulp of wine brings a new depth of flavor.
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End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
