Poem-A-Day: Day 45

Go Go Gadget Giblets

Whiskey a go go,
we’re going down,
down, down in flames;
a red velvet knapsack disaster
compounded by a slacking
serpentine whisker lickin’ good.

Double over,
double down,
just double up the double mint
julips, tulips,
red lips, dead lips.

Red rooster frowning
beaks a plenty;
throngs of yellow belly
beer busting blasphemous rumors.

Sometimes it’s hard to explain,
the goings on going on.

So instead,
I’ll just have a whiskey to go.