a jug of cheap whiskey
came bumbling inside
looking for trouble
looking for pride

we laughed and drank pinot
as shadows grew tall
we ate and told stories
of nothing at all

sloshing with bombast
the jug gave us jest
with songs sad and hollow
the old empty chest

as spirits grew weary
the revelry fell
and left all that whiskey
no tall tales to tell

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