An Ode to Whiskey and Coke
Whiskey and Coke you set me free,
You make me happy, funny, but mostly me
Nothing but good comes from your drink
Its time to pay you an honor, so let us think
Of the good times, the rough times, the times in between
So my fellow readers can know what I mean
About your wonderful taste, your encouraging ways
About why I am so fucking hungover on most weekend days
It all started when I went to visit Mr. JD
On a trip with a friend to Lynchburg, Tennessee
Your smell was intoxicating, your taste first-class
From the minute you hit my lips, I was addicted at last
Since that fateful trip many years ago,
It is your strength and encouragement I have gotten to know
You have given me courage I might not have had
You have turned me from good to very very bad
We have stayed up late and danced with the best
We have woke up hungover , wishing for rest
You ve allowed friends to bond in original ways
You ve promoted the Chocolate Thunder Kiss and the streaking ways
Because of you, I ll never look at an ice machine again, in quite the same way
But that ice machine memory is one of my favorite days
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