Whiskey Neat, No ICE ~ Tuesday, November 25, 2025

In this life, a whiskey neat needs no ice

If it gets better as I get older
nothing they say rings true, anxiety

twists and turns, I wake up from a bad dream
how this life like a cloud appears colder
isolation and lack of connection
swim in deprivation, society

lets artists and shamans let out a scream
if I could be normal and enjoy life
file under political defection
emerging from the divine severed head

armored from crown to floor, shut the front door

whiskey neat, shiftee treat, the nightclub dead
how things change, feelings fade, values restore
inherent meaning in culture, such strife
shaken, not stirred, wishful thinking, things change
kindness from childhood grows a thousand trees
everyone decides freedom is not free
yet, in a free country, how to arrange

necessary means to overcome strife
each seeks to find a box kite in the breeze
anxiety wakes me up, I agree
thoughts, emotions, words, and actions do harm

nervous to witness a man with a knife
energetically in the kitchen cut
every vegetable in sight in slices
difficult to say why he is here but
selfish egocentric ideas, spices

no one tastes, poison the mind, an alarm
opens a signal, a tornado watch

immigrants in America, so sad
crass casualty, no one chooses the bad
everyone born from eggs, little birds hatch

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