Sweet Bourbon

You can have the sweet sugar,

and the reassuring buzz.

You get to feel the bliss,

the time-shifting effervescent buzz.

You can grasp the sweet warmth

a million men have sought;

the reason they have died,

and why the wars were fought.

The fantasy is yours to take,

whichever fate you choose;

a sticky-sweet reflection,

of a never-ending cradled fuse.

You can have the wild nights,

ecstasy in your muddled brain;

the safety of a fortress,

when the world floods in rain.

You can take the safest bet,

when your odds become too risky;

but, you have to make a choice:

it’s me, or the whiskey.