My steps falter,
Words come out in a spur,
My hands shiver,
As emotions flow like a river,
Sadness takes me as I empty my quiver,
Friend or foe,
I am ready to make the blow,
As I see around I feel
I should take it slow.
Eyes gratified, My taste buds tantallized,
The silence takes a toll on me as my ears yearn for
This is the moment and i heard,
Cheers was the call, Bottoms up was the reaction,
Glug! Glug! this was my eight pack of
Johnnie Walker on the rocks.