Barbies never drink Old Chub.
The only women who order it are Amazons-
Auras twice as big as their bodies
Voices strong like the wind their men
Even when shaped like Achilles
Are the smallest ones at their table.
I can’t stomach dark beer.
When I drink it’s liquor and lately
More wine. I’ve moved up
From gas station bottles for $3.47
Not worth a penny. Give me whiskey or take me
Where Goats Do Roam while I write.
Let me show you what happens
When my pen spends a night with a glass and
If you really want a show
If you really want a good read
I’ll throw in some smoke