Whiskey Poem

Be Provocative; Be Organized.
Put an evocative look in your eyes.
Realize that you have yet to theorize me.
Leave it locked between your thighs,
Before your eyes beget sore eyes.
We are talkative and horrified
When your rarified and ossified lives revive
A sight for sore eyes.

Arrive at the door of Mordor alive.
Thrive and bask in the last cask of Amontillado.
Store your soul in a low lonely dive,
And ask not to not rot but to slowly imbibe
Until the sky cries for a slow rise in temperature,
And hampering your temper dampens for sure
The cloth clinging to mossy oak.

Bridge the Docker-and-Mocassin divide.
Divinely described, the poem's subject walks smiling.

NDW & PDM