Liquor on My Lips, Ghosts in My Blood
Drunk Enough to Remember Everything
When the breath of Dionysus has talked my feet into disobeying my hips,
When the stench of Jack Daniel's has finally marked my state—splendid,
When my children keep refusing kisses from my liquor-soaked lips,
Much as I love them, I think of the kids I could’ve had with Her, but never did.
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