White Whiskey Poem by Robert Eckstein

White whiskey in a Mason jar
In the back of my old car;
I got it from a guy named Lou
It should be enough to see me through
The winter if it gets real cold.
(This batch is only two months old.)
He makes it in a copper still
The other side of yonder hill.

White whiskey in a Mason jar,
Have some, sit down, smoke a cigar;
Your troubles will evaporate,
You can forget your final fate.
You're an imperfect, mortal man,
So take some pleasure while you can.
Death waits for all, it's a sad fact,
So get up off your butt and act!