SCOTCH

Scotch
Sits lonely
On the top shelf
My powerful friend
The envy of weaker spirits
And jovial clumsy beer
Not so sincere
Often in fear

Scotch
The teller
Of all my stories
Twister of histories
Queller of all human pain
Melter of ice queens square
Heart won’t be repaired
But heart is declared

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