Tipsy Treasures

Tis the season they say, but wait, I don’t feel it.
I feel the high and the heat and the woozy of the
liquid silver running down esophagus neat.
Mix it – don’t care if shaken or stirred,
just pour me another one and shots of a couple more.
Cold and harsh, sound of ice clinking, gulps and
slams and shouts of “seasons greetings” echo.

Photo Credit: “Drink Up” by Created Gravity Expressions ©

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