State Your Poison

By Paris Providence

There is Whisky for your troubles, 

There is Bourbon for your fears, 

If you're ever feeling lonely,

Margaritas for your tears.

Theres a shandy for the good times, 

Wine and brandy sting the chest,

There is vodka for the worst mind, 

And Bellini for the best.

Theres a shot of chilled tequila, 

When the repo comes around, 

For the nights that draw a party, 

Crack a Hennessey and drown.

See there's Cognac for the hard times, 

Like communion for the blessed, 

Yes there's whisky for your troubles, 

And Jack Daniels for the rest.

By Paris Providence