Take Not My Bottle From Me Poem by Akash Justin Ovian

In rum the hiccups brew and dash,
A solitary sweet confinement
An oriental swing of burp and blue,
An ounce of contentment
At the bar counter I sang,
Of my daddy who
The weary old wisdom that sips at eve,
A gentle but sorrowed brew

I believe to drink ye must have,
A spirit careless and free
The kind that holds neither murder nor mist,
A hindrance to a breeze
Delighting in the idiocies of man,
I have breathed the freshness of this,
Tender brew with melancholy tuned,
To suit my knees to fall

Oh come my brothers, sisters and drink,
Drink to your endless tears and pleas
The world spins to no king’s accord,
And why must your wandering heart?
Come disaccord yourself to elderly deeds,
And set this fiery passion free
In rum come render your demons free,
And beloved dance to catastrophe

Ah, come breathe the scent of this bosom,
The stench of angel alcohol
By the lord the last tankard be done with,
And every noble flat on his back
Drunkenness is no problematic decree,
But an art too much for meager minds to hold
For when you sway you must sway with ease,
And when you speak oh speak with articulate belligerence

Let rhyme be lost to the bottleman’s smile,
The subtle naughtiness that avoids politics
What man of what nature will say no to joy?
Which idiot deny the spirit to wood
Oh reverend sweet reverend take not my bottle from me,
Leave me this and my bonnie lassie
For in my slippery strides I will find the path,
That will gently take me to eternity

Oh reverend sweet reverend,
Take not my bottle from me
For she has salted my wounds with grace
She has kissed my hurt with liquid glee
Tended to my broken heart and freed,
My dreams into sensible morns

Oh reverend, sweet reverend,
Look at me oh look at me
And oh reverend, my reverend,
Never take my bottle from me
And my bonnie lassie