Knock it Down
Society like liquor
sip once, twice:
vice.
Rules,
wine and whiskey, blood and water,
What do you mean alcohol is taken lightly?
Don’t lie to me;
vodka and gin is strong, enforcing.
Quite frankly,
it’s not just alcohol.
And to wonder what it would be like
to taste rosé
no, not pure at all
Sickly sweet is the construct that holds play to our imaginings;
honey, grapefruit, floral scents
built only on precedent.
I will taste it as we all do
But I shall not succumb.
Then soft I sigh,
For in truth, I am already a drunkard.
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