Drunken Thoughts on the Majesty of Tequila

By WoundsLikeStars

Golden encouragement, a burning slide
Fill my belly with potent wisdom
Man can not exist on tortilla alone
But Mexican fire will consume this anxiety

Do not defile my gift with citrus
Please keep salt away from this wound
Nothing sweet, nothing frigid
Just a glass, my hand, my lips

Warmth is the cure for these social ails
Liquid infatuation, dose by dose
Sipped or shot, in anger or joy
This Latin explosion is my escape

Though I am still your master
I enjoy your domination
Thank you, Señor, may I have another?
Weakness has never been this pleasing

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Published on Saturday, November 5, 2011. Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Though I prefer vague explanations to my writing, this requires explicitness. I have a fairly sever case of social anxiety. Tonigh, tequila made everything better. I wanted to write while I was still floating.

Comments on "Drunken Thoughts on the Majesty of Tequila"

On Thursday, November 10, 2011, Devilish (2658) wrote:

I love it!!! How can we resist the temptation of its most profound promices... I have one called my Evil best friend... I think u might like it..
A former member wrote: HAH! Excellent! Tequila does do a number on social anxiety.