TequilaA Poem by PeteIf a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. - ThoreauTake off your sombrero. As you plunk down your deniro. You know, the one with the wide brim. And a little salt on the rim. Don't be shy. Don't even ask why. Belly-up and have a belt. Suck it down as you've never felt. Straight. Keeping time and never late. Neat. As you feel the Caracas beat. Like it's your last breath. Don't be afraid of sudden death. Let the rhythm ferment your piñata soul. Filling in each and every last hole. Strutting your feet. The flavor so enticing and sweet. As you cross the thirsty, bone-dry Mojave. With that succulent, spiny, tried-and-true-blue agave. It's only a matter of time before you begin to squirm. Taking off and moving like a smooth, gusano worm. Now that's the way. Let your body sway. With a dancing power that'll free ya. Yeah, how 'bout a shot of ... ... Tequila ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on August 28, 2019Last Updated on August 30, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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