Whiskey, a poem

Whiskey makes my writing longer,
especially if I take it stronger.
The taste leaves a burn lasting-
unless I mix it to ease its passing.
I can drink you on the rocks,
until I’m Shanghai’d by the cops.
Stay with me forevermore,
and fill up my empty core. 

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