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Have a whiskey, man
by Ryan NardiHave a whiskey, man,
and cool out partner.
Ain't you never smoked
no reefer before?
Ain't you never felt like
the music was water
and you were moving
through the water of the music?
Ain't you never stayed up
way past your bedtime?
Ain't you never snuck out
and went to school to sleep?
Me, I got a handle on my problem
or some of em.
Me, I got a soul
and sacrifice wine.
Me, I ain't never had
nothing to do with
no no-account nobody's
thumbing their nose.
Just settle down, buster,
and pour me another one,
pour us two other ones,
It's good and late.
We ain't got nowhere
we're going but dreamland,
so sip on a whiskey
and chill out a while. 05/18/2014 Posted on 05/18/2014
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/18/14 at 03:52 PM Never go into smoking anything much but a pipe and the occasional cigar. How ever, you can keep on pouring the whiskey all night. Unless, your British where whiskey is scotch. Its been a while since I started and didn't know enough to stop. But it never really took the pain away. |
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