The Last Straw

when they came and took away his Irish whiskey

he stood up to them and said you can’t do this to me

when they came to take his driver’s license away

he warned them and said I’ll get it back someday

when they came after his ’49 Chevrolet one night

he was waiting for them and they got into a fight

when they came after his marijuana field

he made a deal to share the harvest’s yield

when his freedom was subject to a bogus law

the pending injustice was the last straw

he withdrew from civilization

and went into hibernation

An Ode To Spirits

100 words –

Here’s to the Angel’s Share of Irish spirits which inspires scribes to sing of their merits!

Long may aged whiskey be praised as the nectar of gods in the pantheon of booze.

Hear me then, alcoholic spirits!

The path to heaven is near, and it’s not a from a low-calorie beer. The whiskey spirits that reside in an aged oak barrel are potent and playful when near.

Libations to ancient drunken deities have made the daily worship of spirits a man’s right. A great excuse for a party every night.

Hail to whiskey spirits everywhere! ‘Tis of thee, I sing.