there is nothing wrong with four a.m. that whiskey in a coffee can’t cure…you demure? Not your kind of thirsty…?…and too old fashioned blue in that shopworn hue, through the non-filtered Lucky Strikes and a raked back and black Fedora…but it may be best to read the early wires a bit buzzed… as those busy bees who now run the bureaucracies ain’t about honey drippin,’
as the power intoxicates, and you’d best believe their going to belt it. And then- when?
that bottom of the barrel hangover begins… to spank us… all, y’all…I hope to be somehow inoculated, having articulated… some needed elbow bending room early… as there is nothing wrong with four a.m. that whiskey in (a) coffee can’t cure
(a little doggerel for democracy, folks)