Keeping it simple and honest
Whiskey is a friend
In a room with cold floors, bare walls
And compelling reasons to leave.
It keeps strange company.
The ice it mingles with tinkles against the glass,
Crying out like a child with a loose bladder .
And I listen.
And I drink.
It leaves me with nothing.
Just the small understanding
That a word of truth saves a page of bullshit.
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