Fueled on the short glasses that just appear
At the table. You just wanted one. High
Octane. To loosen up. Light the flame. But
The bartender just kept putting new ones
In your hand. And you took them. Who could let
Free liquor go to waste? You’ve been hiding
Them from your mother. She disapproves of
Your drinking. Even at the family
Weddings. Even at your age. You hide the
Jack Daniel’s till the cops come and then leave.
The Jack Daniel’s till Willie Neslon sings.
The smoking cloud of fiery exhaust fueled
By Jack Daniel’s. Till he won’t shut up. Till
He tells your wife how much he loves her breasts.