The Tequila Boot ShotA Poem by Mr AlednacA poem about a real life experience that occurred between me and my mom.
The sweet and sour cyanide was poured into a shot,
a shot in the shape of a cowboy boot. The boot was not for cousin 1, cousin B, or cousin 3, the boot of tequila was certainly for me. They all dared me to kill it. Cousins cheering me on, while the scent of carnitas filled the air, and Aunts, Uncles, and my mother, stared at me with disapproving looks upon their faces. It was a Mexican standoff, just like in a Spaghetti Western the trumpets were playing in the background and everyone silent. Staring in to the eyes of my mom like Clint Eastwood with eyes squinted, down went the shot. Gasps echoed as the warm liquid trickled down, and mother in total shock of my defiant behavior. Later confronted and asked about my actions, I answered, "I had a shot at history, so I took it." © 2012 Mr Alednac |
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