which is probably my favorite mixed drink.
unscrew the cap and release the genie,
and into a tame wasted stupor sink.
I get my drink and the mixture's cloudy
which can only mean one thing, and that's brine.
I take a sip before getting rowdy,
but the gin tastes something like turpentine
I'm trying to think about who to blame,
me or the bartender, I hate dirty
drinks, and I should have chose which gin by name,
instead of being at the well's mercy.
I think that I should have requested Smirnoff,
but this bartender is a major jerk off.
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by Kenneth Larot Yamat
Ordering a Drink by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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