You can have me up
(side down) or,
frozen
but as I melt
I'm bound to bland
slightly.
If you look at it that way
or I last all the longer.
You savor me
but I'm a bottomless pool
with reverse cleansing system.
Turning your insides
and morphing your vision
to distort the outside.
First taste
is power you are the executive
giving a speech
to thousands without remorse.
As you sip me
on the rocks with a cigar
on your leather stool
you hear them cheering
caring not if it is for you
or tax cuts.
First taste,
chug me
passing up the mingled flavors
like roadkill
you choose to ignore
but the invigorating attitude
suffices as you rise to stage.
A man with power
in vocal chords and middle finger
strumming out
anthems of rock and roll.
You take it up.
I knew it.
First taste,
Mrs. Margarita
needs double shots of Sauza.
Always assume it will knock you on your ass
but you do summer salts around
pool boys before a brunch
of bruschetta and suntan lotion.
I regenerate you.
Rekindle years of gluttonous lust
when you discovered alcohol
before it was legal for you.
It was only on the Rocks
skirt Up then.
Frozen sounds a treat.
Let me be your Margarita.
Salt my rim.
A contest entry
- Pour Me A Drink, Please by Dalaney.
775 points, ended October 27, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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"A man with power
in vocal chords and middle finger
strumming out
anthems of rock and roll.
You take it up.
I knew it."
Nice...loved the metaphor usage. Good luck in the contest.
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jesusssssss....you got me
with the last two lines...
this just made my toes curl
in delight...lane
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Nutter, yeah, you were correct, this is amusing, quite.
"A man with power
in vocal chords and middle finger
strumming out
anthems of rock and roll."
Apt visual in more ways than one,
especially after he caught me with
his daughter Brandy.
good luck nutter,
Gander
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