Never Good With A Drink (Poem)

not good at standing casually with a glass

filled with melted cold side stares

bubbly remarks now falling flat

and the requisite dash of acerbic bitters

hand me this and I get the urge

to throw the contents into the nearest smirk

to justify some stereotype (being from the South)

I always show with my iconic flask of hot tea

for the safety of all concerned

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