Kentucky bourbon

Poem I wrote the other day. Could not

The bottle of Kentucky bourbon on the shelf leads me to temptation. A few stiff drinks to get me to my desired destination. Any place is surely better since you’ve gone missing; pour em up and knock them back, raise my glass and hysterically laugh. These last seven years can quite frankly kiss my alcoholic a*s.

Author's Note

Sorry if the formatting is off doing this from my phone. But what does everyone think?

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Liquid courage sure has a truthful way of putting things in proper yet humorous perspective. This was an enjoyable read. And just so damn honest. Thank you for sharing your poem.