Whiskey stole my poem last night
The hummingbird's thirst endless
Forget nodding heads like you was too cool
My fella Jersey-spirited girls
nodded booties and shook walls
over the waft of North Carolina barbeque
Conversations ranging from
the philosophical foundations of the American military
to parenting with the airplane oxygen mask theory
to declaratives negating some man's chance with some woman
to what small town gossip has been ripping up
our ideas of what we do
our ideas of what we do
and some revealing tidbits about
what makes us quiet
what makes us quiet
and what makes us wiggle
This poem was not brought to you courtesy of Maker's Mark
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