Use red wine here for your libations,
I can't drink that anyway
and keep the whisky wry
No ice please
A singularity of entombment
in the pathos disco,
Nightclubs, Better to drink
whiskey in the corner
of Jazz, Blues or silence
Don't battle Prometheus
for fire, no strength for
wine harvesting nor sock repair
Better to turn to the art,
of cockroach taming
for amusement
Dionysus you may
own the Friday revellers
these painted and scented
goat herds, almost
stampeding through
any social centre
I'd rather consider the shape
and form of commercial
teabags, just how many
holes do they need
to control flavour
Use red wine here for your libations,
I can't drink that anyway
and keep my whisky clever
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