Poet's Choice

If you will be my deer.

He said, I'll be your happy hour,

And you, boy, you'll be mine.

And mine won't end at six or seven

Or even at closing time.

Yes, son, I'll be your spirit guide,

I'll lead you to Absolut,

To Dewar's, Bushmills, and Jamison,

Then down to Old Tanglefoot.

And there I'll drain the pretense from you

That propped you up so high;

I'll teach you how salvation's just