The Good Stuff
Photo by Chris F from Pexels “You haven’t drunk the good stuff,” they say. They make me smile, think back To all the times with strange sounding names All the times I was young and lost All the times I drank to impress The years that passed never-ending In a parade of the good stuff Back, to all the boys pretending to manhood To each their preferred obsession With each new man, a new strange name A new definition of the good stuff Absinthe reminds me of fairies High on floor cleaner Grey Goose was a short boy at a high bar BP was false advertisement Talisker a drunk elephant rampage Captain Morgan guiding a ship Through giddy honeymoon waters Only for it to wreck on the rocks Of elite Screwdrivers in lonely elite clubs I close my eyes to the sound Of Jaegerbombs bragging Of Old Fashioned being pricey While Glenfiddich sings of unfulfilled longing And Hercules of alcoholics passed out In the backyards of t...