Whiskey

If someone tells you its wrong to love,
look at them and ask: "What about whiskey?".
Although if its an officer that might be risky,
expect a shove.

Sit back in your new apartment shared
with emmigrants, crimminals and tarts
with broken livers that finally led
to broken hearts.

Think of trees and misty forests, creeks.
Ignore the questions your cellmates shout.
Just watch the ceiling and think about
the ancient Greeks.

Just don't let your spirit again be knived.
"What else is good?" All you can think of is.
Until she comes in your cagey life:
whom you in love with.

She'll talk to the law and pay the fine.
As you explain that your habit's benign,
she'll stare out the window grim faced.
Whatever she valued so high - debased.
 


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