Whiskey FlyA Poem by JRTiny little bug falls in my whiskey struggles and swims around he’ll probably get pretty messed up before he drowns I don’t bother to fish him out, screw it, drink him down; Unlike the world, nothing in this goddamn whiskey can hurt me. © 2020 JRReviews
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