041Tequila

posted by Daniel on September 22nd, 2008

It’s like a flame at the furthest pole
Cold is the north, yet warms up the soul,
But take too much, up the fire climbs
Up and out of your acid bowl.

It cures the bashfulness of people
Softens tension and eases trouble,
Yet it drowns one’s navigation
In a sea of senseless babble.

It’s like riding on a steam train
Chugging down from a mountain peak,
Though pray the driver is wide awake
Lest massive crashing it will wreak.

It’s like an army of cavaliers
Bearing colours of salt and lime,
It charges at you with liquid spears
And knocks you down to slumber time.

It brings out the artful side of you,
Like the bursting smell of summer thyme,
And it turns your normal rationale
Into a pile of ugly slime.

Be careful and cautious, my dear friends
When dealing with this mexican gift,
Don’t take too much of this clear liquor
Else the floor will kiss you swift.

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